Amy wins! As soon as I get around to making your present, I'll bring it over. Think late July.
All I could think of when he was wearing my jacket (besides, eew - I hope he doesn't make it smell!) was "Fat guy in a little coat," over and over. Josie, you were a close second. VG. Actually, I think you deserve a present too. Send me your address through Facebook.
Now, on to the story of why I was cross-dressing with someone so completely inebriated. I saw a bunch of people walking around with cameras and sheets of paper. They were doing a photo scavenger hunt! I thought it looked fun and asked if I could see the paper so I could get ideas for my own game.
At first they thought I was part of another team (Um, thanks for thinking I was 19!) but after I assured them I was just with my mom and sister and probably when they smelled my minty breath they realized that I was not their competition. They said I could look at the paper if I changed clothes with someone on their team.
Did you know that H&M kicks you out of the store at exactly 9 pm if you are not in line to buy something? Luckily it was after we'd been kicked out of H&M and I knew there wasn't a way we could go in a store and change clothes. I found out later that as I said yes my mom was yelling "No! Don't do it!" I have a smart mom.
He whipped off his sweatshirt and t-shirt and gees, since he was changing I thought I might as well too. Luckily I am smart and dress in layers. I thought the top layer was good enough. I had a feeling he's not an XS on top so the open jacket would have to do. His friends took his photo (as did my mom - again, smart - it might have been good for blackmail if I hadn't already posted it myself), I took a peek at their scavenger hunt sheet and we switched back.
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