Im in Chicago this weekend and Im supposed to be meeting a few friends from college at a sports bar on the south side (holla!) of the city for the Superbowl today. But all i brought with me was gym clothes (yoga pants, tank tops, sweatshirts and sneakers). It was bad enough that last night I took my lil sister to an Italian restaurant and I had to wear these fleece workout pants and a sweatshirt. We actually sat and ate and drank at the bar for hours and I looked like I had just rolled off the Hammer Strength High Row Machine. oh well i didnt care. it was leisurely anyway,
but today Im seeing some peeps I havent seen in a while and I feel sort of drab showing up in fucking gym pants and a big ol bulky sweatshirt. Im thinking about going out to buy a pair of slacks or something. fuck.
but today Im seeing some peeps I havent seen in a while and I feel sort of drab showing up in fucking gym pants and a big ol bulky sweatshirt. Im thinking about going out to buy a pair of slacks or something. fuck.