Dinner Conversation & My Weighty Issue

I've learned to hate the New England winters. I'm serious. Not the first-new-heavy-snow part of winter. Or the nor'easter-snow-storm-everybody-stay-inside-today parts. I hate the LONG part. The part that comes after Christmas when everyone is back to their daily routines. The part where you think: "Okay, this shit has gone on long enough. I'm ready for spring time and air condition." That typically hits me around February 1st because where I come from, and I'm not making this up, we're in shorts and Birkenstocks by Valentine's Day. No, really. If you don't believe me, ask somebody who lives west of Georgia and south of Tennessee.

I was lucky enough to be invited to this dinner party last night; two gorgeous women and a guy with a beautiful Husky dog. Everyone had their hounds except me; seven of us in all. Boudreaux stayed home, prior plans. Steak tips and a gourmet salad and some fancy French torte for desert. Before dinner there was talk of a weekend shopping expedition by one of the girls and a gentleman friend, talk then turned to the issue of a $400 shirt and some very expensive, very hip clothes at one of the shops at The Natick Collection. For a while, I zoned out thinking of the expensive threads in my own closet which haven't been worn in a while and many never worn at all. Last winter in fact, during one of those long ice days, I pulled out two trash bags full of clothes, two-thirds with tags still on them, disgusted with myself, and put them all out for the trash pickers to pick clean. But I have more still in there, two shirts specifically which put me back over $100 each. Never worn and still on the hangars they came home on from the tailor's shop. Dusty and creased where the hanger and time has kept them; my purchase of them even then being delusional, thinking I'd be in them in no time at all. It's now been two years or more and I think it's time those shirts come out of my closet along with the lamb's skin leather jacket which has yet to see the light of day, a $160 pair of pants from a pretentious shop in PTown and other things like some gym shirts and cycling shorts and lifting gloves; the later must be put to use immediately because those shirts, and I'm totally serious, will be hand-washed, and pressed and set in my bedroom to be worn no later than May 1st, 2008.

I'm totally not kidding. It's been too long and Tom's promised me a trip to Europe if I'm successful, haven't you pumpkin?

The End.

Posted by JD on November 13, 2007 12:07 PM