by goatlove

I was hauling my keister through downtown Eastport today and saw a group of tourists making a spectacle posing in front of the fisherman statue.

They were holding up mini-kegs and bottles of wine, their hearty laughs bouncing off the Main Street façade. And as I started to look down in embarrassment at their attention whoring, my leg warmers caught my eye – red-and-black-striped and over my jeans. I quietly bit my tongue.