So at first I laughed when LA Guy told me I should borrow my fiancee's clothes for this round. "Haha," I chuckled. "Ha. Ha."
Then I thought about it... why not? To that end, I tried on one of the most colorful items of clothing she'd let me wear:
Unfortunately, I broke the heel on the sexy slingbacks I was GOING to wear with this fit. GODDAMMIT. So Rye, if you beat me, that's why. I'm blaming the shoes.
Instead, I had to settle for this:
And some Philly love:
Just remember, Rye: if I hadn't snapped a heel, you'd be toast. History, man.