What It's Like To Be a Girl and Shop For the Office Christmas Party Dress

It's 5:01 P.M.
Your coworker/roommate comes up to you.
Talks you into going to a boutique.
You had plans to work out and cook a healthy dinner.
And read a book series that was cool five years ago.
#HungerGames.
But you're easily persuaded into spending money you don't have on clothes you don't need.
You drive to the boutique, solely to be support and not buy anything.
You try on 18 dresses.
Everything makes you look like a hampster in a prom dress.
You try on the boring white sequin dress.
This dress says I'm twenty something and I'm going to a Christmas party. 
You try on the hot pink dress.
This dress just says I'm twenty something. 
You sigh.
You just need a dress that says I'm young, sophisticated, sort of, but mature, but still enjoy spongebob, but can keep that on the DL, unless someone else admits it, which is usually a guy, and by the way I'm single, but not like desperately single, just casually single, but not needy, unless I like you, these sequins are not trying hard right?
But they are. The sequins definitely are trying hard.
Sequins scream, it's the holidays! I'm a white girl! 
And then the sales associate breaks the news: "Everything in the store is 20% off in 30 minutes."
"DONE AND DONE," you exclaim to your roommate. And the whole boutique.
Or do I want this dress?
Now comes the self doubt and indecisiveness.
If everything is 20% off, now you need to see everything.
You try on seventy nine more dresses.
There is a line of annoyed twenty somethings and moms that think they're twenty something wearing smaller sizes than you behind you.
Waiting on you to finish trying clothes on.
The store is playing really stressful, fast Christmas music.
Do I like the clothes or am I just trying to get away from "Santa Clause Is Coming to Town--the remix"
The sales associate says she LOVES you in that dress.
Of course you do.
Then your roommate brings you the "Tuxedo dress."
You think YES.
You try it on.
It's everything you could never want in an office Christmas party dress.
Politely, you ask the associate, "Hi how the hell do I wear this."
"Oh, the owner of the store has it on, she's right over there."
The owner of the store is a Victoria's Secret model.
The music gets louder.
SANTA CLAUSE IS COMING TO TOWN AND YOU WILL NEVER LOOK LIKE THAT IN A TUXEDO DRESS.
You don't want to buy the sequin dress but you don't want to wear what you own.
[insert scene of Maude Apatow in the closet screaming expletives at her clothes, which has apparently been deleted off of the internet because I can't find it]
You try on the burgundy maxi dress that you die for.
You're not Rachel Zoe.
It won't make sense at the office party.
Sequin holiday dress it is.
You still want the tux dress.
Maybe it can be your plus one.
You buy two jackets.
Everyhing is like a thousand percent off.
You still spend over a hundred dollars.
It's okay you tell yourself.
It's like a Christmas present to myself from myself you tell yourself.
You get a free gluten free cookie from the sales associate before going to the register.
Except it's not free.
You've been to this boutique at least twice just this month alone.
You more than paid for that freaking gluten free cookie.
You exit the store.
A guy is walking in as you're walking out.
Your car is right in front of the store door.
He comments on how bad you parked.
Awkward laughter.
You drive home.
It's now 7 P.M.
Enjoy your sequin dress.
And everyone else's.