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So today was another work event, which the Apple store does as a monthly bonding ritual. We all do some sort of sport or fun thing, then the boss takes us all out to eat and drink a lot on his tab. It's usually pretty fun.
Today, I had completely forgotten that it was a work event day, specifically Ultimate Frisbee. I myself have not broken into a run in mayyyyybe eight months--
I interrupt this broadcast with an important message: Ah, oh no, it's my first time hearing my boyfriend-girlfriend housemates have sex.
--and, I realized at work while wearing a dress and completely inappropriate-for-frisbee shoes, I don't actually own a pair of athletic shorts. So I stopped by H&M kind of in a rush on the way home and grabbed the first pair of cheap shorts in my size I could find, got my sneakers and changed into clothes more appropriate for running around.
I realized as soon as I put them on that I had made a grave mistake in not trying on the shorts, which were less shorts than hotpants. I guess, really, that "less shorts" pretty much summed it up. But I had nothing else. And hell if I was wearing pants to run around in the 90 degree heat and 800% humidity.
So that is how I scored the winning goal in Ultimate Frisbee while wearing this outfit:
Today, I had completely forgotten that it was a work event day, specifically Ultimate Frisbee. I myself have not broken into a run in mayyyyybe eight months--
I interrupt this broadcast with an important message: Ah, oh no, it's my first time hearing my boyfriend-girlfriend housemates have sex.
--and, I realized at work while wearing a dress and completely inappropriate-for-frisbee shoes, I don't actually own a pair of athletic shorts. So I stopped by H&M kind of in a rush on the way home and grabbed the first pair of cheap shorts in my size I could find, got my sneakers and changed into clothes more appropriate for running around.
I realized as soon as I put them on that I had made a grave mistake in not trying on the shorts, which were less shorts than hotpants. I guess, really, that "less shorts" pretty much summed it up. But I had nothing else. And hell if I was wearing pants to run around in the 90 degree heat and 800% humidity.
So that is how I scored the winning goal in Ultimate Frisbee while wearing this outfit: