Day Fifteen

Once upon a time, approximateIy one month ago, I was having a spirited discussion with my boyfriend about how many band T-shirts I actually own. He told me that I had so many, I could wear a different one every day for a year. I disagreed, so we decided to finally figure it out, once and for all. Highly scientific calculations ensued, and it was determined that there are around 180. Only half a year’s worth (see, that’s not a crazy amount…right?). Somehow, this all led to the idea of me wearing a different T-shirt every day for a month (or 30 days).

My boyfriend took this picture of me at some restaurant/bar in Denver, after we had been looking at houses all day. We have been having sort of a hard time, so I wore my Brian Jonestown Massacre T-shirt for good luck. Who wouldn’t? By the way, have you seen “Dig?” Because you should. Now!

The restaurant had a belly dancer who danced with flaming pots of fire, among other things. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to tip her or not (being a former bartender, I feel extra-obligated to tip all the time), or even how to go about it. It was pretty awkward.