On Friday night we had tickets to go see Sigur Rós at the the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Paul showed up straight from work in a shirt and tie, which we took a vote on and unanimously deemed totally inappropriate. What would the Icelanders think? Paul didn't have time to go home and change, so I just dressed him up in some of my clothes instead. It was like playing Barbies, but even more fun!
Paul. In girl clothing. In public!
(apparently I have a bigger butt than he does, which doesn't really seem fair.)
Not everyone was lucky enough to go outfit shopping in my closet. Looks like these guys borrowed their evening attire from a bum. Nice trash bag outfits, guys.
(though maybe if we had borrowed some stylish trashbags to wear, we wouldn't have gotten so wet during the encore when it started pouring)
The good thing about Paul wearing girl clothing is that it started to make him think like a girl too. Paul spotted Jared Leto's dreamboat eyes out of a crowd of thousands, and wouldn't stop squealing until we took a photo of him.