You know, that moment when music is playing loudly, friends are laughing, you slyly gaze at your purse containing a stack of 5 - 10 Washington-faced bills and consider throwing a fistful in the air just to see how it feels. The years of "Total Request Live" have ruined me. Thanks Carson Daly.
Don't worry, I didn't lower myself to the throwing-dolla-dolla-bills level but the thought ran through my mind. Had those Washingtons not been my lifeline for eating that evening, I probably would have done it. I'm not proud of this but let's accept it and move on.
The only saving grace for my "Am I a rap star?" moment was the fact that I looked nothing of the sort. My J-Crew shorts & tank top, baseball hat and sparkle Sperry boat shoes were dead giveaways that I, in fact, really don't like rap much and haven't listened to it since Carson Daly made me. The other dead giveaway? My boyfriend mimicked the same preppy vibe.
While Lil Wayne won't be coming to this post for outfit inspiration, I can't say I mind. Our day-on-a-boat style was pretty catch-worthy. (See what I did there?) Thus, we switched the music to Jason Mraz and my thoughts swayed toward pretending I was Ralph Lauren, looking for nautical inspiration for my next clothing line.
I have what some call an overactive imagination.
Care to dance? Follow my lead.