While shopping for a few select Christmas gifts this year, I fell deeply in love with a scarf (well, two scarves actually) and I couldn’t decide which to give Adrian. And I really wanted one. So I bought the two variations — blue and gold — and gave one to him in NYC and one to myself in San Francisco, and figured, should the moment come when we both were wearing them … well, who knows what would happen.
And this morning after Belle and I drove Susan to the airport at 6:50 am, to return and make phone calls and such, and then return for Adrian’s 2:15 pm arrival –– my solo scarf identity was safe.
But after an incredible beach walk with Belle at Crissy Field, as we prepped for dinner at Plant, we both decided: What the Hell — let’s wear them at the same time.
Astonishingly, the world did not come to an end. In fact no one seemed to care or even notice. (Go Figure.)
Apparently, gayer things have happened in San Francisco before.
Amazing.
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