Pajamas

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Last night, Katie mentioned a quaint, little place called Buckley's Tavern in Centerville, DE where they serve brunch 1/2 off on Sundays if you wear your pajamas. Since it's not socially acceptable to wear pajamas in public on a regular basis, Stephen and I jumped on her offer to go there before church at 11. 9 AM rolled around Sunday morning, and we headed out to Buckley's in our pajamas. Mine were especially adorable if I do say so myself. Note to self: never go somewhere new without checking the opening and closing times first because Buckley's doesn't open until 10. So here we are awkwardly standing in the doorway of Buckley's in our pajamas (with all the waiters staring at us) trying to figure out what to do. Stephen pulls up Waffle House on the GPS, but it's 15 miles away. Rats. The IHOP in Wilmington was only 9 miles away, which in comparison to 15 miles seemed like a great idea. Hindsight is always 20/20. Did you know it's possible to be underdressed at an IHOP? I sure didn't. I felt judgemental eyes give us the up-down as we entered the restaurant and were told by the hostess that it would be "awhile" before we could be seated. "Awhile" later, which turned out to be roughly 20 minutes, we sat down by the bathrooms, and I tried French Toast for the first time. Pancakes are definitely the way to go at IHOP (imagine that). In the end, we missed church, but we got a nice tour of the grey part (not nice but not the ghetto either) of Wilmington in our pajamas.