I hate my two-job schedule right now, and after working the lunch shift at my favorite Starr restaurant today, I am literally laying in bed watching TV (in my J Brand cargos, no less - these bitches are comfy). My body is totally exhausted after spending my mornings feigning enthusiasm about choreography for Grease, my afternoons chasing hyper kids around, and my nights leading people to their tables and being forced to stand without food or drink for 7-8 hours. Also, I have no money, because I keep buying pants.
Yesterday Third Street Habit hosted Cutoffs and Cocktails with guest hosts from Genetic Denim, aka cool girls from Oklahoma State U with summer internships at Genetic in NYC (talk about my dream life). It was about 100,000 degrees yesterday, and my mom had just gotten back from spending 3 hours on the Turnpike coming from Reading due to an overturned tree, but we both dragged our sorry asses over to the Habit, since I pride myself on being a loyal customer. Also, Genetic is my fave.
There were so many cute items, and I was trying hard to decide whether I like the Rye Skirt in Ol' Vintage or the Shane Cigarette Jeans, of which I have two pairs already (in Admiral, a lighter wash pure blue, and Silver, which I posted about previously), in Slink, a new color. At the urging of the salesgirls, I got the Shanes, making them the third pair to join my Genetic family. (Good thing I did, too, since they flew off the rack - the only sizes left at the end of the night were like, 29 and 30). So did my mom. She claims the Genetic girls peer pressured her into the purchase, but as January, Habit's owner, so aptly put it, "I think it was your butt in the mirror that pressured you into buying these jeans." January is so right. Genetics are notorious for making your butt super slap-worthy.
I was tempted by the skirt because, as I said, it was 6 million degrees at the time and I couldn't imagine the prospect of ever wearing anything on my legs again. But, as much as I loved the skirt, the jeans are practical. Also, they are softer than my dog.
However, once again, this was a bad decision. Goodbye, paychecks. I'm not even done paying for the fucking cargos. Also, I want a new top.
I'll leave you all (who am I kidding with "you all?" I'm fully aware no one reads my blog) with this news: Neil Patrick Harris will be reprising the role of Neil Patrick Harris in A Very Harold and Kumar Christmas. Also, my life is complete.
I promise, eventually, I'll do a post with more substance, Jezebel style, but first I have to think substantive thoughts.
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