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It's tuesday.

And tomorrow morning I fly to NYC to visit roommate. I'm ecxited and overwhelmed. I am trying to figure out the packing situation, so that i don't have to pay the fee for a carry on or checked bag, since the airline i'm flying is sneaky and only allows a personal item free of charge.

What do you think?

It's ny in the summertime. It should be warm enough for me to get away with wearing either a skirt or shorts, right?

And no one will notice if i'm dressed sort of inappropriately for everything, right?

I have this bag that looks like a giant purse, that if I pack lightly enough will count as a "personal item" and would let me avoid the $60 charge to check a bag for the trip.....

So i'm thinking wear a denim skirt on the plane with a nice t-shirt.
Pack another two t-shirts. Pack a black knit dress. Wear nice sandals, pack comfy flip flops. Add underwear, pjs, and toiletries, and I should be good to go, as far as clothing is concerned.

Will I be totally underdressed for everything I want to do? I don't know.

What do people wear these days to see a broadway show? To play at governor's island on a Saturday? To hear ozomatli in the park at nighttime?

I'm hoping for a casual look that will be multi-purpose and surprise me with appropriateness.

Any suggestions?

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  1. Hey! I think you're going to have a blast in NY! I talked to a friend of mine who just got back from there and she said that there are still some pretty chilly days there, so if you can take a light sweater, that would probably be a good idea. Also she said that you can always make your look a little more 'trendy' with some fun accessories, if you have some. Let us all know how it goes!

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