Happy Hour with coworkers usually turns into Happy Wee Hours of the Morning so I usually dress with comfort in mind. And, to my credit, I got this outfit half right with Sofft sandals that are just plain like walking on fluffy bunnies and this gorgeous lace romper from Eloquii, which allowed me to cross “worry about accidental panty flaunting” right off the list for the night.
But fashion genius that I am FAILED to consider frequent peeing or, even more awkward, girl bonding group bathroom trips where I had to say “oh yeah, I have to get naked. You might wanna turn around. I don’t know if our friendship is there yet.” Spoiler alert: It was.
No regrets, children. I will take high-maintenance urination over fear of butt flashing and gnarly thigh rub any day. That, in the end, is what makes a good romper a fucking champion in evening wear. Shit gets improper, wear a romper.