At this stage of the trip – the start of month 6 – a few things have happened. First, I am down to a mere 1 pair of pants in my backpack. Second, the weather has taken a turn for cold and getting colder as I arrive in New Zealand in 3 days. Something had to give. I just wouldn’t have thought it would be my fashion sense.
On the prowl for the cheapest pair of jeans I could purchase in very expensive Melbourne, I stumbled into a certain discount chain store where lo and behold, a $25 jean sale was taking place. Bingo! I gathered a few pairs of jeans to try on that seemed the least unattractive – no mom jeans, no baggy butt jeans, no ugly denim washes.
I was a bit put out that the gaping wide ankle of the boot cut style (which was otherwise pretty darn cute) could have fit the Jolly Green Giant’s shoe, but times are tough, my wallet is thin, and otherwise, they weren’t all that bad.
Or so I thought.
After arriving at the hotel, I removed the very large tag stapled to the back of the jeans, and discovered to my utter horror that embroidered across the rear of my jeans is the brand name. Unfortunately, that happens to be “HOT Options.”
My butt is emblazoned with “HOT Options.” This is not a shining moment for me or my feeble wardrobe. But will I rock it? Will I prance around NZ’s glaciers and mountains, letting all who wondered know for sure just who they’re dealing with? Heck yes, I say.
Um, ok, let’s face it – I have no choice. And hopefully, the eyesight of those around me isn’t all that sharp…