You can tell a lot about a person by the pajamas they wear

Fire alarm went off in my building at 2:45 am Sunday morning. Wasn't just a drill - the fire department actually came - but it still meant about an hour of standing outside with a bunch of strangers - er,neighbors, the majority of us in our pj's. And it was quite a motley crew:


Hot dude with bedhead and plaid pj pants, leading one of his two adorable dogs down the stairs. (Accompanied by his live-in girlfriend, leading the other dog, in a t-shirt, shorts, and - this was the interesting part to me - patent leather wedge heels. Perhaps they were closest to the door?)


Older lady in a nice pj pants ensemble complete with silk robe.


Couple in jeans with a pizza that had just been delivered - who obviously had just gotten home.

Bunch of drunk groomsmen in matching vests and suits.


And then of course moi, in a sad little blue t-shirt with Cookie Monster's face on it and blue sweatpants. Oh, and tennis shoes. STYLIN'.

UPDATE: Fire alarm went off again at 2:45 am this morning. I think I upped the ante by wearing BLACK sweatpants and a "Frankie Says Relax" t-shirt. Yep, that happened.