I was at a bar the other night, in this shithole
place, while I was visiting my parents . I can now proudly call it a shithole
probably because I don't live there anymore. I was at the only happening
place on a Friday night, sadly, at some country western bar. It was pretty
interesting with a very diverse mix from older crowds, like grandmas (no...really) cholos and cholitas and of course sexual country men. Everyone from the
age of 21 to 61 was having a grand time.
The thing that really caught my attention was the fact that the 61 year old crowd was dressing cuter than the 21 year olds. WTF. Maybe its
the fact that its Victorville and the kids my age don't give a fuck what they
look like. Or maybe the fact that the divorce rate is insanity so the 61 year
olds were still trying to hold on to their youth and catch the eye of those hot
61 year old cowboys. Well they defiantly caught my eye and allowed me to hold
on to the little string of hope I have for the deserts fashion sense.
And this goes to show you about my previous post Age is just a #.
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This adorable lady was wearing a sheer skull hi-lo shirt with skinny leather leggings and black flats. I love her short silver hair, it pulls the look together.
I did a little paparazzi move on this lady. The print on her skirt was a "50s Hawaiian boardshort" feel with bright flowers and leaves on a rich navy blue background and bright orange fringe at the bottom. I loved that she made the skirt pop more with a shaded lime green top and a thick sued belt around her waist. She completed the look by wearing thick grey tights with knee high heeled boots.
