To be honest it's been near impossible for me to sit down and write this
blog post. The
weather this weekend has been outstanding.
Between all of the sunshine and the fact that the Syfy Channel is
currently playing their, "31 Days Of Halloween," marathon I'm getting a whole lot
of nothing done. Don’t be surprised if
this post suddenly ends mid-sentence, considering all of the distractions. Admittedly, B-Rated horror movies are one of my biggest weaknesses. I mean, when you always have the hankering to
watch, “C.H.U.D.,” you need to recognize there may be a problem.
As a result, this post is kind of simple. Sorry, but I’ve got sewer mutants to
watch! Basically I just wanted to
comment on the outfit I’m wearing in the above photographs. The day I took these pictures I was feeling
fairly nostalgic. I was
thinking of the good old days of my youth, when I not only watched sewer mutants
but I believed in them. In addition, I'd
been listening to a lot of the, “Singles,” soundtrack that week and this obviously inspired my outfit…which is odd considering there are no Nirvana
songs represented on that album. Sadly most of my band t-shirts from the 90’s either got lost, or stolen by my brother
who inevitably wore them out. Oh what a bad ass collection of vintage record store tees I would have now if only I could
have taken care of things better back then!
It damn near makes me sick when I dwell on them.
Instead I own several generic band tees that
I’ve found at establishments like…urp…can I even write it…Forever 21. The shirt featured in the pictures above is
one of them. Despite the fact that I
still do own one legitimate Nirvana tee with the sleeves cut off and the neck
ripped out, I felt compelled to wear this version on my photo shoot day. In order to make up for the, “poser,” quality
of this garment I paired it with my favorite pair of thrift store jeans and some Mulberry sandals I’ve been dying to release from their box. Overall, I was pretty pleased with the way
this outfit turned out. Dare I
say, I was even feeling kind of cool. I
believe this is apparent due to the fact that at one point I seem to have found
it necessary to roll my sleeves up like I was The Fonz. Let me tell you, if there had been a jukebox
around that afternoon I would have pounded on it!
After I was done taking pictures I found myself walking with a new swagger. “I still got it,” I thought. As I started up my car and exited the parking
lot I looked over to a teenage couple that was walking into the entrance of the
park. “Oh that’s nice how he holds her
han…What the hell?!” I thought. Standing
there, directly in front of my vehicle, was the grungiest teenage boy I have
seen in quite some time…and guess what?
He was wearing the exact same t-shirt I was, only he was
wearing it BETTER!!!
My first impulse was to yet again pull a Fonz
and yell out my window, “Ayyy! Nice shirt!”
However, considering how much more legit he looked, I opted instead to
scoot down in my seat, lowrider style, and creepily glide by this couple hoping they didn't notice my outfit…as if they would be looking at an old lady like me. In closing, there were two things I learned that
day. One...October really is the
time for horror stories and this unfortunate occurrence certainly qualified…and two...there
is no greater tale of horror than when The Fonz jumped the shark. I should know. I
did it.
-r.
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