Gold Rush!

Today was like any other Friday. Slightly hung over. Starving. And needing to get out of the office for a bit.  So Crystal and I decided to make the perilious crossing of Michigan Avenue, and go to Chipotle. Yum.  Hoping that would help my inability to process a coherent thought, I was happy.  Of course, it was delicious and now I have food for the rest of the month. But anyway – I digress.  Not only did Crystal help my hunger, she has converted me to Intelligentsia coffee… yum yum.  Ok again, I digress – but its part of the story I’m setting up for you.

On our very slow walk back to the office, Crystal spots a man and asks “Um, what color is that man’s suit?”  Upon inspection, it looked to be a tan or beige suit, but it had a blue and orange plaid woven into it.  Pretty interesting combination, but it worked.  Personally I thought it to be more of a fall suit, and I’m holding on the summer the best I can. Anyway.  So Mr. Suit is making his way across the street, and the farther away he gets, the harder the pattern is to see.  Pretty soon, he’s blending into the buildings.  And at the farthest, it appeared he maybe wearing a gold lame’ suit.  Obviously we knew better, because we had closely inspected.  But, to the unsuspecting passerby – this would be the best suit they’ve seen all day!  So, Mr. Suit – props to you for dipping your toe in the fashion risk pool.