Your Team - Red Mesh Top at Starbucks

Some friends and I play this little game. I can't take any credit for it, I was only introduced to it a couple of summers ago (the summer of the tree...). It's called "Your Team."

Here are the basics:

You're out with some of your friends and you spot an awkward, socially-challenged, fashion-challenged, hair-challenged, keep-spit-in-his-mouth-challenged member of society.

You pick one of your friends, look at him or her, indicate the awkward person and say, "Your team!"

Depending on the level of awkward, you might squeal with glee at this point. Entirely up to you, of course.

And now, because of a handy little website, the game can be played cross-country style. Cell phone cameras help, too.

Last Saturday, I was at Starbucks with a friend. It was about 8:30 pm. I'm only explaining that because...well, it was a little early for what we saw.



Now maybe to some of you, it seems entirely normal to be wearing skin-tight, acid wash jeans, a black string bikini top, and a red mesh shirt to a Starbucks. But to me, it does not. She was also wearing about six tons of makeup, but I didn't manage to get a face shot (that's what she said).

She was with a friend who was wearing skin-tight, white (and I do mean skin-tight...you could see every lump and bump up in there. And she wasn't fat, ifyouknowwhatImean) capri pants, a denim tube-top with stars on the front, and platform wedge sandals. And so much makeup I originally thought she was a dude. Because it was drag-queen makeup, not because it's totally normal for men to be walking around in Texas wearing makeup. You could get cut for that shit, men. It's not advisable here in conservative land.

The best part was that the entire Starbucks went completely silent while they were in there.

I'm sorry I didn't get better pictures. But that chick? Your team!

Also, today, my hand looks like this:



And I have no idea why. Seems I punched something last night. But what? Or whom?