Normally, I’d assume meeting my new boyfriend’s entire family and all of his closest hometown friends would be absolutely terrifying, but if being with Tony has taught me anything, it’s that no matter who he introduces me to and no matter where we go, I will always feel happy, safe, and loved.
This weekend, we’re venturing out to Tony’s hometown in Reno, Nevada for a 3-day trip (yet another in the books) to meet almost everyone he loves in the world, and I. Am. Pumped.
Here’s what I’ll be wearing, because obviously I have to look good doing it …
For the drive up, I’ll be rocking one of the comfiest maxi-skirts in the world, a chill, ribbed crop top, and some white sneaks. Top it off with some chambray, and you’ve got yourself an easy day-to-night ‘fit for sunny Reno.
In this get-up, I’m grabbing dinner with his family, meeting his cousins, his aunts and uncles, and relaxing at the movies with him later in the evening.
Why a crop top and not some Easter Sunday dress to meet the fam? I’ll tell you why:
- Tony’s family (and the way he describes them) sounds awesome, and they aren’t so conservative that an outfit like this would put them off. No joke, the kid is blessed with cool, non-judgemental badasses in his life (just like me), and I’ve never felt more effortlessly welcome with a boyfriend’s loved ones than I have with Tony.
- It’s easy to make crop tops look classy if you rock ’em right. In fact, I wear crop tops to swanky work events all the time. Y’know. Cuz I’m a boss.
- It’s freaking Reno. Tony puts Reno like this: “Even people who are even slightly dressed up stand out. You can’t find a bar in Reno where people aren’t wearing flip-flops and cargo shorts. Reno is comfy.” Does being comfy mean hanging out in sweatpants every day? If so, I can totally deal with comfy.
Saturday evening is party night. That means lots of walking, lots of hugging crap-tons of new friends, lots of alcohol, lots of bar-hopping, and lots of bouncing back and forth between our hotel room and the strip (does Reno have a “strip”?) to restock on rage-fuel. My kinda’ night, baby.
“What the heck am I supposed to wear for that?” I ask, shoving Tony playfully. “I’ve never been to Reno — I don’t want to be too dressy.”
“Remember what you wore to that rooftop BBQ we went to with your friends?” He asks. “You looked so sexy in that. Wear something relaxed like that.”
“You thought I looked sexy?” I give him an impish smile, squeezing his bicep and waggling my brows at him.
“You look good in everything, babe,” he says, grinning back and kissing me.
Always with the smart answers.
I see a lot of surprise-sex in his future.
Why wear two crop tops for the weekend when you can wear three?! … But seriously, I love crop tops. They go with freaking everything, and this daisy-dukes + butt-cheek-loving outfit is perfect for our last day in Reno together.
Sunday in Reno has a forecast of “chill”. Brunch with the homies, a little day-drinking, and a lot of relaxing in the sun. Then, after we’ve sobered up and had our fill of Nevada, we’ll be driving back home to San Francisco for our typical Sunday night in with snacks, HBO, and cuddling.
Doesn’t get much better than that.
This devious little shit is so perfect for me, it’s gross.
Wish me luck.
Gagging on cute-ness,