…but nothing wrong with faking it, right? I mean, if he tells me we’re going on a hike, I’m not exactly gonna wear cocktail bar attire. Gotta dress the part. No matter how rich or distinguished he might be otherwise, if he says hike I gotta role to fulfill. So break out the khaki cargo pants, and throw on a beige tank (it might be November but hey, in L.A. its sunny and warm out!) with a beige Converse All Star cargo-style button down shirt over it. (Love how they sew in stretchy swaths of fabric along both side seams, rendering the erstwhile baggy cargo top sexily fitted. No one’ll ever recognize that device!). Add in the dark grey jogging shoes, a visor over a ponytail or upsweep & a daypack and voila, the hiker aesthetic is realized. Looking forward to the post-hike micro-brew at The Yard, already!