You know what’s not a good idea? Shopping for jeans after an "eat weekend." Don’t act like you don’t know what an eat weekend is. Don’t act like you haven’t ever eaten nothing but spaghetti and meatballs, apple cinnamon doughnuts, onion rings, and mango margaritas for an entire weekend. Surely I’m not the only one.
Maybe I am the only dummy who would go shopping for jeans after such a gluttonous two days. Can I tell you the worst part? The sales dude — yeah, DUDE — insisted on seeing every pair of jeans I tried on. Um, no way, dude. No way. Can I tell you the second worst part? I had to have the sales dude go back to the floor to get me a larger size in all the jeans I had selected. Larger. That wasn’t embarrassing at all.