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There is no such thing as "slumming it" in Iceland. I mean, ktspktsp and I do our best to hang out half-naked or in our PJ's on most weekend days when we're at home, but the second we leave the front door, we have to be decently dressed. NO ONE goes to the store in PJ pants or sweats (I don't think Icelanders even own sweats, lol). I don't know if it's a European thing or what, but whenever I am in Iceland I feel a lot more pressure to dress nicely for even short trips to the store.
I had the same issue in Lebanon, actually. It was over 70 degs F and I was SO excited about the idea of wearing khaki capri pants and flip flops (for the first time in over a year) down to the corner grocery store... but no, that idea got nixed by ktspktsp's female family. "In case we meet someone we know," they said. I didn't think capri pants and flip flops were exactly slumming it, but apparently in high-society Beirut they are. :P Apparently I'm a slovenly American in any other country but my own.
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