thought last season’s all-orange ensembles were bad?
yesterday, my friend robin and i escaped the 8th floor for the Smithsonian Castle garden. lunching under the trees, detoxing from ptydepe, discussing weekend plans — it was great. suddenly, from around the corner walked the ultimate “what not to wear” spokesman.
although his name badge was still dangling from his khakis, this guy was feeling footloose and fancy free. sunglasses, thin hair blowing in the breeze, sauntering through the gardens past several groups of puzzled ladies — at first, he looked kind of silly but pretty normal.
then he got closer. and it was plain to see that his yellow seersucker shirt was unbuttoned from neck to navel, allowing for a full frontal view of belly, wizened chest hair, and whatever else may be cohabitating on his torso. but he was unashamed and all about the breeze, just letting it waft and billow into the seersucker.
these are your public servants, my friends.

3 Comments
May 8, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Thank you, Laura. I had almost managed to delete the memory.
May 8, 2008 at 5:07 pm
NOOoooooooooooooooo!!!
First, YELLOW seersucker? Eeeuw.
Second, UNBUTTONED seersucker? EEEEUUWWWWWW!
That’s just foul. What is wrong with ppl?
But I must admit that I’m a bit jealous that you even got to leave your office for lunch since I was stuck in my cube until 11 p.m. yesterday & haven’t even had lunch yet today, but I don’t think that’s really the problem here… But, I would take the view of my happy little cubicle over the sight of gross unbuttoned yellow seersucker guy (almost) any day
Time to call in Clinton & Stacy…
May 10, 2008 at 6:43 am
Frankly, I love that guy.