Confession: I recently scored a pair of velour leggings from TJ Maxx for $12.99.
Double confession: Those, combined with my fake UGGs I recently found for $25 on ebay mean there's a high chance I may never leave the house again.
For like, ever.
Don't believe me? Check out the real-life text convo I had with my friend last night:
{source: my phone} |
Plus, going out in the wintertime is a whole lot of effort for not a lot of fun. From what I remember, it goes a little something like this:
11:00 pm: Arrive at bar. Spend 5-7 minutes taking off coat, scarf, and gloves.
11:05 pm. Try to de-static your hair without being obvious. Fail miserably.
11:06 pm. Realize that, despite the fact that winter seems to happen around the same time every year, bars in Charlotte refuse to have so much as a coat rack for you to hang your stuff on.
11:06:30 pm: Pile your beautiful j. crew coat (that you got at a sample sale) with everyone else's on a sticky, questionable barstool.
11:07 pm: Get a drink. Look back at the coat pile to make sure no one's "mistakenly" picked up your coat for theirs.
11:07:05 pm: Look back at the coat pile.
11:07:10 pm: Look back at the coat pile. Was that someone touching the j. crew? WAS IT?
11:08 pm: Make eye contact with a cute guy. Smile.
11:08:30 pm: Make eye contact with his fiance. Frown.
11:09 pm: Look back at the coat pile.