When I arrived at Matt's house on New Year's Eve, he answered the door wearing this.
Along with a camo jacket and gloves. I was bewildered at first because I didn't know he had plans to ring in 2013 with a hunting expedition and/or a bank robbery.
Turns out he and his roommates are learning the hard way how expensive it is to heat a two hundred year old home that has three stories and poor insulation with oil heat.
And so they've employed the strategy of just turning the thermostat way down and wearing several layers of hunting apparel to stay warm.
This has nothing to do with their heat and everything to do with driveway space, but they also park their cars like this in the backyard. It's like a little bit of redneck in the middle of Philadelphia.
Matt did ditch the jacket after a while, but the gloves stayed with him the whole night, even when he was the DJ in charge of the stereo remote.
And yes, that would be a glass bottle of ice cold milk that Matt is enjoying. There is a market right around the corner from his new house that sells milk in glass bottles and he couldn't wait to try it.
I can't even put into words how disappointed he was when he discovered it cost $8.00 a half gallon. Apparently not only are the cows grass fed but they're living some sort of luxurious lifestyle and wearing diamonds and vacationing in Fiji a few times a year.
$8.00 for a half gallon of milk?
All I have to say about that is HOLY COW!
See what I did there?
After a few hours in Matt's area of the city we hopped on the train and went down to the riverfront with friends so we could watch the fireworks at midnight.
Unfortunately my phone is a little high maintenance and got too cold, so it turned off before the fireworks started and I couldn't take any pictures.
If only my phone had some camo gear to keep it nice and cozy there would be photographic evidence of the fireworks that we enjoyed.
Instead, there's just my artistic depiction, which, let's be honest, is totally realistic.
I made the same resolution for 2013 that I made last year. And that is to plan my outfits for the whole work week on Sunday so I'm not faced with the unfortunate dilemma of, for example, black pants and a brown shirt or a summer sundress at 7:35 a.m. on a Tuesday. So far so good with that resolution. I've worn clean, ironed, matched, and seasonally appropriate outfits ALL YEAR.
In other words, Wednesday and today.
Still, it's going better than my other resolution, which was to COOL IT WITH THE CHICK FIL A.
Look where I went for lunch on Wednesday.
In my defense I did have a gift card from a friend (who apparently knows me very well) and I was trying to use that up. What I didn't have was will power.
The good news is I still have four dolla dolla bills left on that sucker.
Happy New Year indeed.
Happy New Year indeed.