Life Is But A Drink

I know I haven’t been around here that much this week.  It’s been one of those weeks.  A work-event Monday night, meetings all day Tuesday, a work-event Tuesday night, meetings all day Wednesday, a work-event Wednesday, and then – yesterday – I was up at 4 AM to catch a 6 AM flight to Detroit for meetings all day and then flew back last night at 10 PM.  Needless to say, I’m exhausted.

I should be back up and running on this here blog next week.  For now, I’m going back to bed.

Have a great weekend.

Good night.

I’m going to take a little break from my usual home decorating trends-focused I Don’t Get It posts, and venture out a little into the fashion world.  It’ll be a quick trip, so hang with me…

So, I work in Washington, D.C.  As I think I’ve mentioned before, D.C. is still a rather formal place.  Business suits.  Ties.  Panty hose.  In my office, jeans aren’t allowed – ever.

Last week, I was at a meeting with about 25 other people from different companies, organizations, and government agencies.  And, in this meeting, there were 2 guys wearing nearly identical outfits.  These outfits consisted of slacks, a button-down shirt, a tie, a blazer, and a… sweatshirt???  Yes, each of these guys was wearing a sweatshirt over their shirt and tie and under their blazer.  They both happened to be navy blue with a little zipper up near the neck.

I can’t really find a photo online of a similar look (which is giving me hope that this was just a random occurrence and not the beginning of some strange trend in men’s business wear), but this is the closest I could find.

This seems really odd to me.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I totally dig the v-neck sweater under the blazer look.  And a sweater vest?  I’m in.  This look totally works for me.  So, if you’re a dude and you’re cold (which it was on Friday), put a sweater on under your blazer.  You’ll be warmer, I promise.  And stylish.

Then, on the other extreme, there’s the whole hoodie-under-a-blazer thing – which is so ridiculous that I can’t even really articulate how ridiculous it is.  I get that it’s purposeful and all Mark Zuckerburg-I-don’t-really-care-ish.  But, come on.  I’ve never seen anyone in D.C. try to pull this look off, which is a good thing, because I think they’d be laughed out of town if they did.

But, the truth is that ANY sweatshirt – even one that’s navy blue with a trendy little zipper and that I’m sure you spent a lot of money on at Banana Republic or something - is not OK by me.  I think it’s weird.  You’re either dressed up, or you’re dressed down.  Right?

Anyway, I don’t get it.  And now I’m done ranting.  For awhile at least…

{links to photos here and here; unfortunately, I can’t find the link the middle photo anymore – sorry!}

I don’t golf.

So, when I found myself at a work-related conference at a golf resort in Miami last week, I was at a loss for what to do during the 5-hour afternoon break that was set-aside each day for the not-so-subtle purpose of getting in a round.  Which is very nice.  If you golf.

Which I don’t.

During the break on the first day, I sat outside and soaked up the sun, returned some phone calls and emails, and read.  It was lovely.

But I didn’t really want or need a repeat performance the second day.  So, I decided to make an appointment at the fancy-shmancy spa at the resort for an excessively-priced manicure.

I generally don’t get manicures because *I don’t know* I have better things to do.  And I’m not much for being pampered and stuff because *I don’t know* it’s a little weird.  But, when you’ve got time to kill in Miami, you get a manicure.  Or something.

And when you’re in Miami and you get a manicure, you’ve got to get your nails painted red. Because it’s Miami.  Not really a pale pink nails kinda place, if you know what I mean.

So that’s what I did.  I went with red.  And then I was feeling all sorts of sassy with those red nails.

The conference ended and I headed home.  And then, well you see, life got in the way of those sassy red nails.  Just a day and a half later, they looked like this:

This is apparently why I don’t get  manicures.  And why I don’t paint my nails red.

Oh well.  It was fun while it lasted, Miami.