Chode Shorts

Yes, I am the unproud owner of chode shorts. Quail at my awesome presence or you will feel my chode-ish wrath.

Backstory - for those of you that are unaware, I work at a resort in the Atlanta area. I do marketing work there and aside from targeting like no one's business, and being in charge of every printed material on the whole property, my duties also include the running and planning of some events. One of these events are some concerts that we host during the summer. None of the bands are anything I am into, (not even close) so don't think it's exciting. Well we host these concerts outside in a covered pavillion. It's enclosed on 2 sides and is at the base of a hill thwarting what little wind exists in this God forsaken state unless it comes from a certain direction and manages to dodge the freaking forest of 50+ foot tall trees. In short, it's hot working these things. There are a total of 7 of them, 2 are behind me and I'd like to wear shorts but it's kinda against the rules. I have gotten away with it thus far in cargo shorts, but if I should stand a chance at doing another 5 concerts between now and Labor Day without the worst case of swamp butt the US has ever seen thanks to having to wear pants, I'd have to suck it up and get some 'nice' shorts.

Other than the 10 seconds in the dressing room, I haven't worn them, nor will I until this Saturday between the hours of 5-9PM when I suck it up and pretend to be in a J Crew ad on a yacht with all my douche bag friends and a golden retriever with a blue bandanna around it's neck (he's a Cripp) - laughing and cavorting like a rich young Turk.

Or perhaps I'll pretend I'm a color blind UPS driver.

At least I didn't get chode shorts with pleats nor shave my legs like the guy in the picture....that makes it better, right?