Friday, December 11, 2009
Have Sweats, Will Travel
Cynthia and I did make it to the tearoom, but she forced me to look nice. Fortunately, she took me to a consignment shop where I bought an entire outfit, including shoes. She couldn't believe I went on a two week trip with three pairs of sweatpants. After we left the consignment shop, we were going back to her house for me to change, but we started talking so much we forgot that and ended up in the parking lot of the tearoom -- me still in my sweats. I had to change in the bathroom. While I was changing, Cynthia was loitering in the hallway when the hostess asked her if she needed something. She just said, "No, my friend is in the bathroom changing. She didn't have any nice clothes so we had to go buy her some so we could have lunch here."
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