"You can wear my sweatshirt," I offered.
Dana wrinkled her nose. "No way! That thing is hideous!"
"What? What do you mean? This shirt is awesome! It's about the environment!"
Husband and Dana sighed, and tag team trashed my sweatshirt. "It's filthy," Husband said, pointing out 18 years of accumulated stains.
"It was cool in 1990," Dana sneered.
"You look homeless in it!" they said and nodded at each other.
"It's eco chic!" I insisted.
We decided to take a picture and let the blogosphere decide:
What do you think?
Regardless, Dana left the sweatshirt behind, and it turned out that she didn't need it anyway, as it was warm and sunny. Perfect weather for sharing copious amounts of food at the Taste. This included: cumin-dusted fries with mango chutney; mascarpone gelato; a banana and pork dumpling (Husband loved it; I nearly puked); breakfast pizza; regular pizza; and frozen toffee cheesecake dipped in chocolate on a stick.
After we had our fill, we went to visit Bubbe at her apartment. From there, it was birthday dinner at the Olive Garden for Granny. (Happy 85th!!!) My aunt present Husband with an early 32nd birthday present. She randomly bought him a red teddy bear named Husband, put it is a plastic skull that yelled, "Trick or Treat!" when you pop the cranium, and presented it to him. Unfortunately, he had to give the skull back.
Independence Day was capped off with a musical. My favorite musical, which I think I first saw 16 years ago and dozens of times until it closed in June 2000, is "Co-Ed Prison Sluts." It re-opened yesterday for a limited run, so I felt very fortunate to catch it. Dana and her hubby are as big fans as I, so we sang along and generally had a great time despite a slightly shaky cast.
Ah, reliving the 1990s!
To quote one of my students, "That's nasty!" I was pleased that my sister didn't wear it. Otherwise it would have been an embarrassing sight!
ReplyDeleteI would also like to include that I showed my friend the picture and all she could do was laugh. She also agreed that it was ugly.
now i'm really disappointed i didn't make a visit to chicago this weekend. mmmm, food/fashion/theatre.
ReplyDeleteare you going to a cubs game, too?
and here i sit researching publishers/agencies.
Well, it certainly screams 1990....
ReplyDeleteBUT, you were cool and green before it became chic to be cool and green (as was I). Does it bother you that green is all the rage now? It bothers me, and it shouldn't. Kinda like how I am annoyed that everyone and their cousin has a tattoo now, and I am no longer WAY COOL because I had one a decade before every little tart had a "tramp stamp."
Sigh.
I love it. And I want one. :nod:
ReplyDeleteOMG - we totally had Venture in Kansas City. It was probably my most favorite place ever with it's black and white stripes.
ReplyDeleteThe sweatshirt does say 1990. But, retro is in right? *giggle*
It's a cute sweatshirt, but you could probably find something that would flatter your figure a little better! Sweatshirts are so shapeless! :)
ReplyDeleteI hate sweatshirts on women, but you look cute, so there.
ReplyDeleteHey, I found you through JCK Motherscribe who I am sharing a room with at Blog Her. I write for Goodhousekeeping.com. I did an article on birthday suits vs. bathing suits and linked JCK's photo which was inspired by your site, so I linked yours also. Hope that's okay. It'll show up on Monday afternoon. You can find the link from the link at the bottom of my personal blog here. If you don't want to link, send me an email and I'll take it down.
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Since when does anyone who enjoys the comfort of a sweatshirt give a shit about it's "shapelessness" and inability to "flatter your figure". It's a SWEATshirt! What the FUCK!
ReplyDelete-Steph
I didn't even need to read the whole post to formulate my response, which is- fuck 'em. That shirt looks comfortable as hell, and how can you rail against Peanuts in any form?
ReplyDeleteAnd, for the record, it was Taste of Chicago- did they think that Tim Gunn was scoping the midway while weaving amongst the umpteen vendors promising the True Chicago Dog?
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