I wore white pants today. (You see where this is going, don't you?) I had lunch - ON THE LOT - with Mandy; which means I had to walk out of my office, across the lobby, into the elevator, down to the main lobby, past the security desk, out the doors, onto the street, wait at the light, cross the street in the crosswalk OF THE BUSIEST STREET IN BURBANK, through the security gate, past the executive offices, through the breezeway, between Casting and the dubbing stages, along the screening rooms, through the patio, into the commissary, in line to order, across the comm to the drinks, in line to pay, through the dining room, out the door to the patio, past the executive dining patio to a table. Ya with me so far? Imagine doing this in white pants and striped undies! I KNOW! This is worse than my faux Spanx incident.
Obviously, I wasn't going to wear white pants this a.m. My jean capris didn't look right with the top I had on (as usual, I ended up wearing a different top anyway). Obviously, I didn't do the full-view check either.
Someone has got to take away my Fashionista license. I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!