When we were in California, I mentioned that we went to eat at a restaurant at the end of the Oceanside Pier. It was the end of a very long and crazy day at a wedding and then followed by playing on the beach. We went back to the hotel and quickly changed for dinner before everything closed down.
Everything was so crazy, I wasn’t paying much attention to anything.
We had about an hour wait for a table at the restaurant, so we hung out and looked at the fisherman catching small sharks and the sunset over the ocean. While I was looking at the barnacles clinging to the bottom of the pier posts, I noticed that James was wearing AWFULLY long pants.
“James? What size pants are those?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ve never seen them before. How big are they in the waist?”
He lifted up his shirt to show me and suddenly the light went on.
“JAMES RHETT! WHY ARE YOU WEARING MY JEANS?!!!!!!!!”
“I didn’t know they were your jeans. They were sitting on the chair by the desk.”
“Why would you wear jeans that were so big, then?”
“Well, my inner-guy voice said they were comfortable and that I wouldn’t have to move all of Christopher’s bags off of mine to find my jeans and my inner-girl voice thought that they were cute.”
I looked at Jon.