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Wednesday · July 23 2003

Stacy and I are leaving for Dalton, GA tomorrow morning. Stacy's grandmother passed away last weekend.

Deaths in the family are not a source of joy or excitement, but I am relieved to get out of town for a few days. I am looking forward to being away from the neighborhood and the condo for the weekend.

I'm trying to pack formal clothes for the funeral. Formal clothes just aren't my department. You have to put together an outfit -- that matches. I'm not being facetious. The entire process feels so alien and I am ill equipped. Different shoes, different socks, belt, tie, ironed shirt. The only constant from the everyday is the boxers. Otherwise I may as well be wearing a clown outfit or a baseball uniform. It feels that strange. When I come home from a wedding or an office Christmas party, I take off the suit coat and tie and hide them back in their closet space. It's like putting the Christmas decorations away. We won't see them again until next year.

I do like to look good and I don't mind formal attire while I'm wearing it. I'm not a 9 year old kid that can't wait to rip his necktie off and wear it as a bandana. It's the preparation that hurts. I don't own a wide variety of the ties, pleated pants or shiny shoes. So when it comes time to make an outfit, there aren't many choices I can make. The result: I feel uncomfortable about the whole process. The solution: Buy some more?

You could say the packing isn't going so well.

Have a great weekend.

What you had to say:
July 24 2003

I am willing to go shopping with you, buddy. I am somewhat metrosexual, after all. :)

July 29 2003

Sounds good. Give me the time and the place and I'll bring my wallet. I need something new.

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