To emphasize that I am more than just a lazy ass who swears off social interaction at work, I signed on for the upcoming bowling tournament with much dread.
Please let me emphasize the obvious: I have the athletic ability of a mushroom. Meaning, the only way I can pass off as Sporty Spice is to lip sync “Wannabe” on videoke. Two, my concept of bowling is to throw the danged thing on the lane and wish it will hit a pin or two. And third, I hate organized social interactions at work. Especially one that will require us to wear cheaply-made uniform corporate t-shirts.
So why did I do it? I know for a fact that my position at work calls that I should know people, at least even superficially. And I really needed to work out.
With the upcoming activity, I am already putting together my “bowling wear” in my mind. It has to be something nice and comfortable, and preppy because that’s the way I liked things. A quick search on the net yielded the following results:
I love this look from Lacoste, though I will definitely change the skirt to something more comfortable and appropriate for my huge tights and my giant butt. I think Uniqlo has nice shorts available in the Philippines.
This will look amazing when paired with a button down shirt or a collared shirt (ala Lacoste) paired with a good pair of Oxfords and sheer white ankle socks from Forever 21.
I’d wear this with flat oxfords or tennis whites instead of the choice of footwear. And of course, there’s a need to lose the jacket considering that the venue for the tournament does not have top notch air conditioning.
I know this may sound shallow, but since I know shit about bowling — I’d just wing in by looking decent! Hopefully, me looking decent will add to my team’s points. Hahaha! Yeah, right.
Hopefully, I can conjure something out from my existing wardrobe, because my bank account cannot accommodate a trip to Uniqlo right now. However, given the choice between attending the tournament wearing jogging pants, big corporate shirts and rented bowling shirts, I’d rather ask my DH to sponsor my new clothes.