My first meeting ever: 14,000 attendees, Washington DC 2005. I had a "late breaker" abstract poster presentation (a big deal). I was wearing wool pants that were a trifle too big in the waist. So I had on a belt to keep them up. Unfortunately there weren't many belt-loops in the pants. Just one on each side. At the end of the 2 hour posted session, where almost no one came to my poster I realized why I had been chastized. My belt had scooted up my back, the pants scooted down my backside, and my underwear was hanging out for all to see. I wanted to die.
Second international meeting. San Francisco, 2006. Maybe 15,000 attendees. I spent my 2 hour poster session with my zipper undone. Priceless.
So this year I thought I had it covered. I just bought this super cute outfit that looked great. In a separate shopping expedition I bought these great clogs that are so super comfy to wear that I think they may never come off my feet until I graduate medical school. Since I couldn't walk by the end of this conference last year because me feet hurt so bad from my old shoes I was thrilled to be comfy this year. "Don't worry about these shoes- they work with any outfit" my roommate said. Yeah, well that was before the "skinny pant" came back. When I put on my super cute outfit this morning and then slipped on the clogs I wanted to die. The shoes are absolutely hideous with super cute outfit. Hideous. I look like Ronald McDonald. So here is super cute outfit:
And here is how I ruined it. This pic doesn't even do it justice. People spent all day staring at my feet. Good stuff
The only thing that saved me was that I was showing enough cleavage that most men didn't notice the fashion disaster I really am.