Grown Men in Great Garb

Remember how much I love brunch? Since giving the District the old heave-ho, my life has been severely lacking in sufficiently delicious brunching. Luckily, there's a reasonable facsimile just down the road. The Golden Egg is the epitome of a local joint - we've only been there twice, & both times, we saw approximately 50% of the same people.

How do I know that? Because some of the customers are characters. And you know what I like to do with characters: PHOTOGRAPH THEM WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE. This guy, in particular, stands out, perhaps because he's a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow, crocheted hat with cat ears. That's right, a grown man in a cat hat. Ain't no shame.

 

There's also the guy dressed in full Scottish gear, his wife in matching tartan duds. I wish this photo more clearly captured the glory of this guy's wardrobe, but alas, Nathan is not as adept at surreptitious photography as is yours truly. Hey, he tried.

The best part of the afternoon was overhearing the Scottishman's wife poking fun at the guy in the cat hat. Honey, your husband is wearing a skirt. I think there's some sort of code binding you to unconditional acceptance of others' clothing choices when you're out in public with him.

And speaking of cats...

I suspect that the Wolf Lady would approve.