Daily Archives: December 16, 2011

No Pants December: Day 16 + Observations

Ah, one more day of dirty laundry! And doing laundry… It was a blustery day but still pretty warm. I ran some errands and visited my cousin at her new apartment. I wore last night’s tights, my go-to black skirt, a long-sleeved black shirt (not last night’s) and black ballet flats. I switched from shoes to boots later in the evening when the temperature dropped. Not very exciting, but another day!

A few observations, having now successfully made it half the month without pants:

• It’s tough to regulate your weight when you’re wearing nothing but elastic waists! (Okay, mostly elastic waists. Those that aren’t elastic fit below the waistline, which means if they’re fitting tighter, they just ride up higher. Only vaguely discernable. I can see how one might wind up the size of a Macy’s Parade balloon!)
• For the most part, skirts and dresses don’t have pockets. This is a problem for me, since I hate carrying a purse. Luckily my motorcycle jacket has loads of pockets, so it serves as a bag.
• Jeans don’t get runs. And sometimes they’re actually cheaper than tights!
• Unless the skirt or dress I’m wearing is super tight fitting, it’s tough to feel sexy. Feminine, yes, but I believe drapey clothing conceals my curves.
• I’m pretty damn grateful that, thus far, December has been unusually temperate! I have sweater tights at the ready but haven’t had to bust ’em out yet.
• Some of my skirts make me feel kinda frumpy. The comfortable ones are the frumpiest! My go-to skirt is like the skirt version of sweatpants.
• You automatically look more dressed up in a skirt, even if it is frumpy or dirty laundry. Or the same one you’ve been wearing for the last week.
• I don’t have as many skirts as I thought I did! There must be a bunch in storage…or at my parents’. Or perhaps I gave a bunch away?
• I have about 200 pairs of tights. And I never wear any of them. So far I’ve only worn plain black ones and the holiday stripey red and white ones. I have knee sock-like knit, lacy and crochet-y, fishnets in a dozen shades, paisley, leopard, zebra, zigzags, water marbled, sparkles, stripes, diamonds, card suits. I have two pairs of lace tights that I bought in Paris in the 80s that are still in great shape. Then there are the black tights with designs on them: skulls, roses, flames,  ghosts. I should make a project of wearing every pair! Maybe March will be my Month of Tights! Stay tuned…

Visit my friend Amber’s NO PANTS 2011 blog.

If Memories Are All I Sang…

Yeah, Ricky, I’d rather drive a truck too.

So yesterday started with a visit to the  the Daphne Guiness exhibit atFIT. As I said in my “No Pants” post, it was truly astounding. Though I’m not very interested in fashion, I do love clothes, especially the kind of clothes Ms. Guiness collects: McQueen, Lacroix, Givenchy. So many rhinestones and feathers such sumptuous fabrics! Anyway…back to today’s non-no-pants-centric topic.

Once I’d sufficiently gotten my rock ‘n’ roll on, I took advantage of the balmy evening and strolled up to Revival, where I met fellow rockers Nick and Sandra. After a few drinks we headed over to Irving Plaza for “A Celebration for the Legendary Don Hill.” I had been looking forward to this event ever since I’d heard about it, anticipating a reunion, of sorts, and a star-studded evening. Not to mention seeing people I once saw on a weekly basis and now, not so much.

We arrived a few minutes after 9 o’clock to find that we’d missed the Toilet Boys, the only band I was actually interested in seeing. As the official Squeezebox house band, I’d incorrectly assumed that they’d go on last, right before the dancing began. Bah!

Maybe it was all the vodka crans I’d downed, which hadn’t seemed to have any effect on me whatsoever. Or perhaps it was the presence of so many sad sacks I was happy to have left behind a decade ago. It also could’ve been that we got there too early;  the Squeezebox segment of the evening might’ve been more fun. The folks on the VIP balcony were looking smug in their VIP-ness while the hoi polloi below yearned to climb the stairs. Since I had the proper sticker, I was able to experience both, and both were…boring. By midnight I was done.

I’m sorry to sound so cranky about this…I was fortunate enough to be a “plus one” — and a damn good thing, since if I’d spent $30 I would’ve been even more cranky! — but perhaps it’s smart to have zero expectations… I find it’s a pleasant surprise when a party or event is way more fun than I’d anticipated. But is it necessary to live in a constant state of reduced expectations? It’s bad enough that I approach online dating with that attitude. A night that promised over 50 performers, many of whom are household names, in an enormous venue should’ve been packed to the rafters. It should’ve been a fucking blast. Instead it was like a visit to an old folk’s home. Granted, most of this crew is over 40, if not over 50. But it’s sad that so many have succumbed to age. I mean, I may be old but I’m not OLD!

Which leads me to the conclusion that club or party “reunions” aren’t necessarily a good idea. So many people have moved — or moved on — and don’t show up. Those who do show up are never the way you remember them. And the event never even vaguely approaches the memory of the good times you had, back in the day. Nah, it’s best to look ahead, create new nightlife, and new memories, even if that means hiring a babysitter so you can go out to a movie. Heaven forbid. Color me self-satisfied!