When's the last time YOUR pants caught on fire at an office party? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Last night my agency hosted an art show, and I had a run-in with a tea light while waiting for the bathroom. I'm not sure what it says about me that my first thought upon seeing flames crawling up my jeans was "Oh noes! My favorite jeans are ruined!" and not "Oh noes! My leg is on fire!" I guess it says I never paid anything for my leg, but the same can't be said for my jeans. Anyway, we put out the tea lights after the hallway filled with the smell of burnt denim and denim chemicals, and in doing so, I spilled hot wax all over my arm. Yes, I had been drinking.
In conclusion, if anyone knows where they sell Freedom of Choice jeans in the Greenwich cut, let me know.
