tgfff (thank god for flip flops)

I spent this last week working NeoCon. An event that generally consists of furniture girls gone wild, and designers who spend an inordinate amount of time staring longingly at the flowing locks of this guy:

Unfortunately during events like this one, the sum total of my entire vocabulary usually winds up degenerating into only 2 words. Flip Flops.

Conversations basically went like this all week long:

Coworker: "Sarah, what do you feel like doing??"
Sarah: *long stare* "Flip flops"
Coworker: "Dinner first?"
Sarah: "No, jeans. And flip flops."
Coworker: "Dancing later?"
Sarah: "Does that involve standing? No, sitting. And flip flops."
Coworker: (while out dancing) "How did you get into the club?"
Sarah: *confused stare*
Coworker: "They're not letting people in with sandals."
Sarah: "I winked at the doorman. Not a chance in hell I'm wearing anything that resembles a stiletto."
Coworker: "But seriously, flip flops?"
Sarah: "Mmmmmmhmmmmm"