It's not very often that you find someone in the same walk of life, or even the same type of pants for said walking, but that seems to be on the rise recently. Now that I've been conditioned, I am eagle-eyeing Mountain Khaki peps from 300 yards! At first I was skeptical about leaving my traditional Reebok do-everything-in-them-because-they-are-worth-$3 shorts at home this season, especially since they've been a staple since 2011 but one of the team's primary sponsors, Mountain Khakis, has created what I call super-fly pants, or super-flying pants.
If you are one of the select few who've heard my "I was flying story", insert that here. For everyone else, these pants do not give you wings or any other teleporting/levitation/acid-trip type of experience, but they do make cramming into an economy-size seat in the increasing age of an over-sized population a little easier. Called the Equatorial, I'm able to survive a busy day of walking, stressing and TSA agents without looking and feeling like all the other sweaty, stinky people I see miserably staggering around in their non-MK attire.
All I need now, after a little ordering sna-foo by me, is some variety in the colors of shirts and pants that I own. What does that mean? Well if you run into a strapping young lad in an airport that looks like a painter, dressed all in one color, give me a holler, cause it is probably me. Looking forward to building up my wardrobe once the Spring Catalogue comes out. For now, take a look at the pretty people making funny faces in pretty places. I'm going to go eat some celery now. Laters.