That was the highlight of my trip to Huge HQ farther up the east coast a piece... LBS during a late dinner yesterday.
So I'm back home tonight and have to ask - sans the LBS (see above) - is there anything better than peeling off tights and heels and putting on jammies where I don't have to suck it up or in?
Oh HELL no.
And I'm still myself, even though I had to do the performance appraisal thing, and the dialogue thing and the perpendicular rightsizing corporatey thing and say all the right things to the boss so I'll still get a decent bonus and maybe a raise thing.
So I can buy more shoes and LBS. Of course, if I eat any more of them and drink more bevvies, I won't be able to fit into my LBD.
Is there time for me to run for office and get someone to pay $150,000 for a new wardrobe so I can show off how little I know about government, the economy and foreign policy?