im in a suit all week long...so no way do i wear them on the weekends. no one at work has ANY idea what my weekend activities consist of (except my pothead coworker)...that reminds me of a funny story..... .....was cracked out leaving SF w/ my bf, its like mid-january and we hid our coats which were stolen and we were walking to our friends apartment--- so of course i have on a little tank and capris and my bf is rockin' spikes, gucci shades, black wife beater....we're the only 2 people in the city without a coat on.....so we walk through times square to see my client waiting on line for some broadway show and he makes like the biggest scene "hey!!! are you guys nuts, its 50 degrees out..bla bla bla"... i still have not heard the end of it from him....(thank god he is chill) ps...sorry for the novel guys