PJs

Even though I am a college student, I need to know when to go comfortable and when to go COMFORTABLE.  

Today I had to let the cheer team (GO SPIRIT SQUAD!) into the HPER.  I was told they would be there at 9:15 am.  Since it was Saturday, and NO ONE was suppose to be there, so I just rolled out of bed and went.  No make-up, PJ pants, and a rockin' gang-bangin' hat.  

I would have been shunned by my mom.  

Anyways,  I got there at 9:10 am, and to my surprise was meet by a triathlon try-out competition.  

Oh wonderful.  I sat by the door and waited…. and waited… and waited.  The competitors continued to come.  I continued to become more impatient and embarrassed by my appearance.  It was 9:30 am and no stinkin' cheerleaders.  I texted Swany and he said that the cheer team has practice at 9:30…. he thought I was going to be late and just told me early so I would be there.  Well that's the last time I show up early to a cheer function.  

Still no cheer team by 9:35 am.  

All of a sudden there were administrative people from the athletic office walking in.  All I could think was "wow Emily, you really outdid yourself in looking professional".  So there I was chatting with some people from the office in my PJs (in case you want to know there are stripped purple pants. There is no denying it what it was).  

After it had reached 9:45 am I decided the Cheer team had just stood me up.  I would NOT be all spirit fingers and face for their next request.  

As I was walking out the coach came.. lucky Jackrabbit.  

Okay so now off to work out.  About 5 miles on the tread and twenty minutes of hoops, I called it quits.  I thought my embarrassment would be done with my PJs.   NOPE.  Why do people want to talk in the locker rooms while you change?!  Anyways two of Nick's classmates came up to me and started chatting.  All I was thinking was "lord, I promise I will not wear PJs out again if you let me leave".  

At the end of the morning I had managed to show a competition, co-workers, bosses, the SDSU cheer team, classmates, and a gas station attendant what I truly look like when I get up.  

Lesson: 

A twenty-four year old in college does not get the excuse to look grungy.  

Only two to four year olds can pull off the PJ look an look cute in public.