Before the wedding on Friday, we spent the morning strolling around Orange Avenue, which is down the street from Hotel Del Coronado. It was a beautiful day, weaving in and out of the quaint shops lining the street. My mom and I walked into a jewelry store and this was the conversation which ensued:
Store owner: Are you in the parade?
Me: Um, what?
Store owner: The parade. For Homecoming.
Me: Uh… no? What, who’s homecoming?
Store owner: Are you in a pageant? Your hair is fixed up so pretty.
Me: (HA! I totally thought I was being punked at this point) No, I’m not in a pageant today. What parade?
Store owner: For the high school.
Yep. Still being mistaken for a sixteen-year-old at twenty-four. I hope this isn’t a phase which goes away when I hit thirty! Also, the sock bun has apparently not taken off yet in Southern California. It was nearly eighty degrees, so I was thankful to have packed some comfortable, light-weight pieces to wander around in!
As my dad was snapping a quick pic, I totally got photo bombed. Anyone know this crazy college girl in the background?!