I was really excited for my friend but of course didn't have much time to pack my bag for the trip. I forgot my pajamas and had Kent go to Walmart in Kennesaw (where we spent Friday night) to get me some. And now I'm the proud owner of polyester, stretchy terrible looking pajama pants.
In any case, the next evening we were in Greenville for the engagement. I go get my drycleaned punjabi and realize "Oh shit!," half my outfit is missing. The other outfits I have are not complete and don't have matching shoes.
Finally Kent calmed me down and just told me to wear my Chacos (shoes) with the black punjabi. Interestingly, I felt very comfortable in my outfit. Dancing was a little hard but I kicked off the shoes and boogied on, along with my party animal uncle Paresh Kaka.