I got these pants at the Gap about a month ago. I liked them when I tried them on, but I was reluctant to pay $50 for a pair of friggin' pants. My sister talked me into it, though. She said they were perfect, and if I didn't take her advice and buy them, not only would she kill me, she'd never go shopping with me again. We have very dissimilar tastes but are great shopping partners because she talks me into buying things I really need but don't want to spend money on, and I talk her out of buying things she really wants but doesn't need.
I couldn't risk losing my best shopping partner, so I bought them, and of course she was right. I wear them all the time now. They go with everything. They're just the right weight. I feel like I'm wearing pajamas. (I'd say I feel like I'm wearing no pants at all, but if went around without pants my legs would be cold and I'd have to shave more often and I'd occasionally be walking around with shit like pennies or carpet lint stuck to my thighs. So let's say they provide the comfort of not wearing pants with the practical advantages of pajamas. Ok! Glad that's settled.)
Anyway, now everyone wants a pair. Lynell, Amy, and Melinda at work already each bought theirs. When I found out they were on sale, I even bought another pair for myself because I knew I'd be wearing these all the time this summer.
So these are my pants. I plan on wearing them to work every day this week, and possibly every day for the rest of my life. I am done gushing over them now and will return to contemplating art, science, politics, pain, suffering, copyright law, and how I should really throw a load of laundry in before bed.