Last night I met a few friends for drinks at Beauty Bar. A year and a half ago I worked at a “trendy” Union Square restaurant where I met this lovely group of friends that I love so dearly. We have Vegan Friend (you met her previously in the post, Upper East Siders Like Free Wine Too), we have Cute Actress Friend, and we have Luscious Lips Ecuadorian Friend (a male). They all looked stylish and hot in their Downtown garb last night- a look I also am typically flaunting. However, last night was different.
My office is very casual and I usually have no problem transitioning from day to night in what I wear to work. Yesterday, however, I had an important meeting as well as a wake to attend. Therefore, I needed to look professional and wear black. I wore a grey pinstriped button-down shirt, a black high-waisted, knee-length skirt, black tights, and black flats (I know, awful). So, not only did I look like a Jewish mother but, according to my friends, I was letting the world know that I work a 9-5 job.
“Omg, you are SO Upper East Side!” shouted Vegan Friend.
“Go back home with all the rest of the Yuppies!” said Luscious Lips Ecuadorian.
“You probably shouldn’t even be standing here talking to us!” declared Cute Actress Friend.
I was living out my worst nightmare and would have rather been standing in the bar naked than standing there in the Yuppie uniform.
“My skirt is from the Good Will!” I retorted.
A waive of relief flooded over them.
“Oooooh, the Good Will, you’re fine, totally hipster,” Luscious Lips assured me.
And I was able to sleep soundly last night.
January 12th, 2012 at 5:23 pm
But weren’t your shoes Gucci !?
January 12th, 2012 at 5:28 pm
Gucci, Target, same thing!
January 13th, 2012 at 12:20 am
I know how you feel about work attire. Two years ago I traded in my velour sweat suits (when brown one is worn I resemble UPS man) for bland scrubs. Some days I dress down with my trendy Jersey Shoe Uggs. Then there are the days that I try and visualize what my coworkerfriend ( yes that’s a word in the Vollcabulary book) would wear so that we match. How I long for my velour sweat suit days.