Boy/Girl Shopping

ONE GUESS AS TO WHERE WE ARE GETTING READY TO HEAD OFF TO?!?
Oooohh yes. You guessed right :) We are leaving this rainy town and heading down to
Las Vegas!

We are going down for some sun and relaxing, and also to go to the Manny Pacquiao/Shane Mosley boxing match. (Am I a good girlfriend, or what?)

My planner mode kicked in, and I thought. Hmm. I am pretttyyy sure that our Washington, rainy clothing attire won't do the trick down there. Drew THEN told me, "Umm... Jay Z will probably be at the fight. Famous people Lindsay. We have to dress up."

Okayyy... Dress up. So. We hit up some shopping to get some Vegas appropriate attire (weather and style wise)

Drew needed some new swim-shorts. Okay. Easy enough. So I thought. I always thought the difference between bathing suit shopping for girls and guys was SO unfair. It was enough to send a girl into a nervous breakdown, while guys got to wear shorts with more cloth than our whole OUTFIT. But anyways. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PICKY GUYS ARE ABOUT THEIR SWIMSHORTS? I thought color and design was the main criteria. Umm.. No... Drew's had to have a mesh layer inside. Some were a little too short. Some were a little too long. Too tight. Too saggy in the butt. At one store he wouldn't even open the dressing room door to show me :) We settled on a nice pair from Abercrombie. (Considering we both hadn't been in there in years, that was an experience all on it's own. SEE BELOW)

Am I losing my memory in my old age or are the ads a little more risque around the store? Yeah. That is a BRILLIANT ad to have hanging next to the swim-suits. Yeah, now I wanna try one on. NOT :)

And the guys? Oh la laaaa. :) So yeah. Billboards like this were ALL around the store. Between that, the overpowering cologne and the 80 re-mix songs, I felt like an 80 year old woman. :)


But of course, I had to try on some stuff too. Enter these jean shorts. I tried to find the longest shorts in the entire store and this is the best I could come up with :) Really cute, but then when I couldn't decide and showed D, I realized once again why girls and guys are NOT good shopping partners. We put those poor boys in a lose/lose situation. He smiles and whistles, we get mad and say they are dumb and assume the shorts are too scannddoouuloouusss. They say, "yeah, I like them." We get mad and say they are lying and are just trying to be nice. They say they don't like them and we assume they make us look fat :) Well, I know I am generalizing but this is my blog so I can say what I want ;)

So. I decide against the shorts.

Now, since Drew is the one that said we need to dress up for this shin-dig in Vegas with Jay-Z, I decide he needs a few new shirts. He likes to wear T-shirts, which is totally FINE, but I figured for a dress-up situation he should maybe get some button-ups. Once again, I was mentally complaining about how EASY it is for guys to pick out clothes. Off we go to the next store.

(I also must say, I always thought guys shirt sizes were pretty much the same. I mean small is for obviously smaller guys, but medium, large, extra large. Eh. I feel like my dad rotates between all the sizes in different brands, and Drew too.) WRONG. AGAIN. Too short. Too wide. Oh. my. goodness. Since he isn't a big of the v-necks and the plaid button-ups we tried on he said "where is my pocket protector and calculator?" I finally convinced him to try on a lovely "henley." :)

The shirt was the right width, the right length, perfect tightness in the shoulders (which I learned is also important :) I can tell on his face something is wrong.

"Does it make my chest look weird?"

umm kinda. I think it's just wrinkled weird and needs to be ironed.

"No. There is definitely something going on up here."

"Does it look like I have man-boobs?????"

I giggle. Well, kinda. WRONG. THING. TO SAY.

"DO I HAVE MOOBS??''

Dressing room door closes. Shirt comes off and we storm out of the store :)

Car ride home: "I think it could be because I worked out today. I am puffy. Yeah."

"Why didn't you TELL me I had man-boobs?"

and my personal favorite when I wasn't understanding what all the fuss and commotion was about

"LINDSAY, MAN-BOOBS ARE THE EQUIVALENT TO MUFFIN TOP FOR GIRLS!"

So. We both now are much more sensitive to one another's feelings when trying on clothes ;) and if you see a couple people walking around the Las Vegas strip looking funny in their Washingtonian rain gear, it's probably us. We gave up. :)