It's A Bird, It's A Plane...

It's a butterfly! Well, and a plane. A lot of planes. My husband and I went to the Blue Angels Air Show today, kind of on a whim, after rolling out of bed post Halloween Party, decision made mid-brunching. The outfit was really only intended for comfort purposes, but hey, you can't always know when opportunity will strike.

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Wearing Topshop jean shorts, Urban Outfitters woven flops, Anthropologie tank top, scarf from Vietnam, fringe H&M purse [sorry Gin!].

The Air Show was awesome. They fly straight up into the sky [I mean STRAIGHT UP] and then straight back down again, all the while with wing tips touching and any wrong move, any tiny flinch and WHAM. Crash and burn. And possible disaster situation for us viewers down below. They also flew straight towards each other at 193874mphh and moments before impact would twist sideways [been there done that recently... not desirable for the average Joe] and avoid a fiery demise. More than once they flew so close over our heads that I literally screamed. A little. I was very cool.

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And there really were butterflies flying around. Husband kept calling them the NAS Blue Emperors. Even though they were orange.

I love surprising adventures. And I agree with Gin... Sundays and fashion do not go hand in hand.