On the Liberty right now and my lady and I decided to use our $100 casino OBC to hit the steakhouse. We agreed before the trip we weren’t doing the whole “dress up” thing, so I brought a nice black polo and my best golf shorts. Didn’t realize we booked it on formal night.
We show up and the hostess looks right at me and goes, “We’d love to seat you, but it’s formal night and gentlemen need to be in long pants.” Any pants. Jeans, khakis… literally anything.
Only problem? I didn’t pack any. The only pair I had were the ratty sweatpants I wore on the plane at 5am. So back to the cabin I went, put those things on, looked ridiculous, and they seated me immediately. Honestly wish I’d taken my girlfriend’s suggestion and worn her leggings instead. Would’ve at least made it funny on purpose.
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