I've been a victim of bad fashion on the weekends. But in all fairness, I think we're all entitled to letting ourselves be free from conformity on our days off. Not like it really mattered to me since I work for a startup with a bunch of dudes. But lately, I've taken my poor fashion choices to whole different level, going back-to-back weekends wearing running attire and Chacos.
If you're not familiar with Chacos, it's because you have good taste in style. However, I must say they're by far the most practical sandals I've ever worn in the summer. I refuse to take these things off for anything or anyone. Even if you were Ryan Gosling begging to rub my feet.
I wear them out hiking.
I wear them to work.
I wear them casually out and about.
My sandals are my motherfucking Green Eggs and Ham. I wear this shit everywhere. In a house with a mouse. In a box, with a fox.
But the madness doesn't end there.
We can't forget about the running attire and shoes. Here's last weekend at the motorcycle dealership. I was trying out bikes.
Can't forget about the following Sunday when I went to Costco to molest bears.
The madness is unreal. So I listed out some hard facts to explain the recent faux pas:
- I just came back from working out. True story. I hit the gym to do cardio on the weekends now preoccupied with school during the week.
- I'm just tired of being here. I think I've given up on Boston and what everyone else here thinks about me. If you haven't read any of my prior posts, I'm moving out of the state.
- I'm ALWAYS preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse. Another true story. You just never know when you have to run for your life.