Shoeless Bon

Generally when I pack for a work trip I make sure I have some type of lounge wear/slob wear in my suitcase that is appropriate for wandering the halls of whatever hotel I happen to be in. I’ve learned the hard way that no matter how quick the trip to the vending machines might be, you will inevitably run into someone you know when you’re making the run in the bathrobe from the room. (True story)

 

Part of my comfort wear includes flip flops but apparently I had a mental relapse when I packed yesterday morning because when I opened my bag, I realized the only shoes I had were the ones on my feet. While find them comfortable, I’d been wearing them for about 12 hours and the thought of wearing them through our group supper just wasn’t working for me.

 

So I sent a quick Facebook message to my work cohorts, relatively certain they would tell me that this:

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wasn’t really appropriate for the hotel restaurant/bar for the evening.

 

That wasn’t the message back. So that’s how I went to supper:

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My feet thanked me for it. And really, they did sort of match my ensemble.

 

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