Pajama Jeans: The First Outing

This evening I tested out my pajama jeans. I've had them for a while, but they've just been sitting at the bottom of my hamper. I've worn them around the apartment before, but I think tonight was the first time I actually wore them out on the street.

I was at home in my pajamas and then I saw we were running low on toilet paper, so I had to run to Duane Reade. I didn't want to put on real jeans and then I remembered the pajama jeans. I only wear skinny jeans, so it's really weird to see myself in a flared style. I paired it with a Barry Manilow Copacabana zip up jacket, leopard print Sperry's, and messy hair. Oh yeah, hot mama.

At the store I was wondering if people realized I was wearing pajama jeans. But in line there was a clear Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby thing happening in front of me, so I was judging them more than they were judging me. Anyway, the cashier says, "Next," I go up to the register and the cashier completely changes his voice and goes all seductive on me. In a deep Barry White voice he's like "Sorry for the wait, I'm sure you wanna...go home...and get warm...and snuggle up...to someone?"

I wanted to be like, "Sir, I'm wearing pajama jeans in a Duane Reade on a Saturday night buying toilet paper, does it look like I have anyone at home to snuggle up to?"

I'm still trying to figure out when I'll wear pajama jeans for a whole day...