I spent most of the weekend with Lori. We were abandoned by the rest of the family for the holiday weekend (except the grandparents and Danny, but they always do their own thing). On Saturday, her boyfriend came over and grilled some chicken for dinner. The next day, Lori and I went shopping, swimming and then drove over to the Hollywood Bowl for the Death Cab for Cutie, Tegan and Sara and the New Pornographers concert.

On the way to the show, we talked about leggings.

“I like them because I can wear a long blouse or something over them during my ‘fat days’,” Lori said. “And you can still look dressed up enough for a night at the club.”

I nodded. “I just wear them under short skirts.”

“Exactly, they’re supposed to be worn under something, not as pants. Women at the gym do that. You can totally see their chonis. They make it worse too by wearing something white, at least wear black.”

I laughed and agreed that women should ask a friend or family member to do a simple check for the opacity of their leggings.

“You should put out a notice on your blog,” she said.

“I’ll do that.”

We parked at Hollywood and Highland and started the half mile walk up the hill to the Hollywood Bowl. We followed several other concertgoers and kept up our fashion commentary.

I pointed at the couple up ahead, “I think I know what happened. They were probably getting ready for the show and he told her, ‘babe, I don’t have anything to wear tonight.’ I’m pretty sure she offered him her pants.”

“I don’t understand why guys wear such tight pants. They’re not even that comfortable. And this is coming from someone who wears tight pants and doesn’t have the same issue as guys.”

“Yeah, it’s too hot for summer. Denim doesn’t let you breathe.”

“At least they’ll save money on birth control in the long run.”