Kayleen Grows In Brooklyn

I wear pink shorts

At the beginning of the summer, my mom bought me a pair of hot pink shorts, after a brief dressing-room discussion about whether the color was too bright to be worn on the human body. I put them on immediately. My friend Chad actually shielded his eyes when I got out of the car in front of his house for dinner that night. Since then, they’ve had a triumphant run: I’ve worn them to lounge in Prospect Park in Brooklyn, get my nails done in Los Angeles, and gape at women dressed in mermaid costumes in Coney Island. But this weekend, I think they had their finest moment yet. I wore them bike riding from winery to winery in Long Island. Like most wineries that aren’t in Sonoma or France, these places make terrible wine, and after you go to one you realize they’re not there to make wine at all: They are there so every Long Island bride to be has somewhere to go for her bachelorette party. So basically, what I am trying to say is that there’s no way I, in my blazing pink shorts, looked tackier than all of these girls wearing toilet-paper veils and drinking wine out of penis-shaped straws.

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