Great, now I’ve got the Bananas in Pajamas theme stuck in my head.
For some reason, Rihanna showed up to a recording studio in New York late last night wearing what appears to be a pair of pajamas and a cup of…probably not Sleepy Time Tea. What am I saying? As if Princess Ooh Na Na needs a reason for being in her bedtime clothes and sipping on a drink. When Rihanna leaves the house looking like a Frederick’s of Hollywood version of The Dude from The Big Lebowski, you don’t question it.
10-year-old me would be gagging over Rihanna’s silk robe and furry slippers. When I was a kid, I had a neighbor who would drink and smoke in her garage almost every night, and she’d usually do it in a silk robe and sexy slippers. I thought she was so classy. Then I got a little older, and I realized she was just a lady in her pajamas sitting on a fold-up lawn chair with her feet resting on a busted He-Man Big Wheel and drinking red wine out of a mug. Obviously, that woman is still my hero.