November 20, 2004

My Suit Was At The Cleaners...

The VP and I went to the wedding of our former babysitter last night. (Which makes me officially OLD, by the way)

The bride was glowing, the groom was beaming, the priest was witty, and everyone sure seemed to be having a good time. The only damper on the evening was that I forgot my camera. Sure, I'll get to see wedding photos later, but I was unable to capture for posterity a particular guest who was sporting the ultimate wedding couture. I am truly disappointed I couldn't share the sight with you. A young man at a table near ours was wearing a baseball cap, a mullet, and a black t-shirt that read, "Feel the Wrath of My Nuts."

I'll bet he never, ever walks into a room and worries that someone else might have on the same outfit.

Posted by Cathy at November 20, 2004 10:49 AM
Comments

What sort of low-rent clown wears a t-shirt to a wedding? Let alone one with a trashy non sequitur.

Posted by: aelfheld at November 20, 2004 02:13 PM

I'm guessing that t-shirts are a bit more common in rural areas. While I'd never let my boys get away with it, I'm getting used to seeing it. One could strive for clean and slogan-free, however.

Posted by: Cathy at November 20, 2004 07:04 PM

Oh, I've seen people wearing t-shirts at all sorts of occasions, including funerals. It's still trashy, whether rural or urban.

Posted by: aelfheld at November 21, 2004 01:26 AM

No polyester leisure suits?--powder blue with the white piping around the edges. White belt and shoes. Polka band? Located at the AFL-CIO union hall? This must have been a high class affair.

Posted by: DaveP at November 22, 2004 02:43 PM