The LBD Files, Part 3

I know, I'm totally monopolizing the blog, and for that I apologize.
This tale will be short, too. It involves a Little Brown Dress.

Firstly, this is another dress that looks far better on the waifish model, than it does on my roly poly* figure. But, it is tres comfortable! Really thin jersey and the empire waist tie is very adjustable. Plus, the straps are thick enough to cover my bra! Surprisingly, for me, it doesn't show cleavage! The drawback to this dress - it emphasizes my rather large posterior. We're talking "baby got back". But, I figure, it's my own fault so I needed to work with it.
Well, I decided to schlepp down to Great Scott in this little dress (with some teal flip flops and a teal bag) for The Automatic show. The place was pretty dead, but the dress was great because I was climatically comfortable (? Um, yeah, I mean that I didn't get too hot or cold) and I could still dance around to the Automatic. Nothing of much consequence happened, but the adorable drummer (thick-framed glasses and shaggy hair) did gesture for me to come talk to him and said, "You're not from Boston!" I was a little surprised by this statement, but then the roadie came up to me too and when I replied that I was from Southern California, they said, "Yep, you have a California accent." Whatever that means. Anyways, the long and short of it, I had the attention of some adorable Welsh boys until I was rudely whisked away by my protective friend Mike, who didn't want me to walk home alone at half past midnight.
Did I get the attention because of the dress? I'll never know. But, I'm glad I have this in my wardrobe.


*Thank you, Mindy Kaling!