Wet Dog

Today, I decided to take a cab to the train instead of walking like I usually do since Ophelia and her rains were pouring down on us. Stupid me didn't think to wear some ratty clothes to work, and I got dolled up in my finest. I donned some flip flops (essential to the NY working woman's summer wardrobe) and headed out the door. I then got so soaked for the two minutes I waited for the cab that even my underwear is drenched. Thank God I didn't have my normal shoes on (they're suede and gorgeous if I do say so myself)!

It's a good look for me....don't you think?

The highlight: I get to the office and some fool on the elevator says, "Wet enough for ya?" I said, "Back away before I spit on you." He looked scared and moderately confused until I laughed slightly and said, "Oh...just kidding." FUCKER!