B**ches. Love. Brunch. Come noon on Sunday morning, hundreds of hungover girls sporting athletic leisure wear are flooding into their local eateries, seeking the hair of the dog that bit them, ready for some serious heavy lifting of mimosa pitchers.
When a waitress brought an overflowing bowl of something very prehistoric out I didn’t hesitate to sink my teeth in (although I probably should have!).
Aztec sweater, combat boots, leather leggings. Chain necklace. Equally cool look without the sweater! I love October in Seattle. University … More