One of the girls at work is dating a guy who plays bass in a few bands, two of which played in a Battle of the Bands last night. I went along for the fun of it, and to feel old, and boring. Everyone at the venue had an “X” on their hand. I was also still in work clothes, which, on that day, meant dark slacks, a blue button-down, and black shoes. ‘No, I promise I’m not an accountant, though I might as well be one.’ She was also in her work clothes so I didn’t feel that bad. There we were – two shiny and clean-cut law clerks - surrounded by high-schoolers in hip-huggers and too-tight shirts and hairstyles blocking most of their vision. The best part? The guy from the record label was wearing khaki shorts, white socks, and Birks. Socks and sandals!! But he was also dancing with three girls so mad props. But dude, enough of the dancing. It’s scary.
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at least your tourists aren't trying to dance. with underage girls.
Posted by particleman | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16
hehe - i see socks and sandals almost everyday here at the Science Museum. Tourists are funny.
Posted by cherz | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16
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I'll take work clothes over socks & sandals anyday. That is a hu-uuuge no-no, especially in Texas in the summer. Apparently underage girls will dance with anyone. Three words: low self esteem.
Posted by heather | February 10, 2007 8:16 PM
Posted on February 10, 2007 20:16