I vowed that I would not take any photos inside my hotel room on this trip. This led to me wandering the sunny banks of the Chena river in my business casual with the drunks on Wednesday evening. I found them to be a nonjudgmental group.
Let’s pretend that I actually rode this bike. I would have, tight suede skirt be damned, if I could have figured out how to unlock it. In my ignorance, I settled for posing with it (and the antler arch!) and then wandering into a local dive bar for an Alaskan Amber and a Reindeer Poop (shot).
Shirt, FY2 (thrifted). Skirt, Ann Taylor (thrifted). Boots, Vince Camuto. Scarf, swap. Sunglasses, Target. Bag, Anne Klein (thrifted).