It’s a good thing that Dillard’s is not as cool as Macy’s because I can actually find clothes that don’t look silly at Dillard’s. Not to say anything bad about silly clothes mind you. I’m sure a big, illuminated skull with wings is a completely fine thing for someone to have embroidered across the front of their shirt but that someone is not me. I got a shirt with a little bit of purple in it and some pants with tiny pin stripes and I was feeling adventurous. Clothing aside, the real reason I’m making a post this evening has to do with the dressing room.
Austin has a fairly large gay community and for the most part they are not terribly noticeable because, much like everyone who is not gay, they go about their day doing their jobs and eating their lunches and driving their cars and surfing their internets and so on. But every once in a while they go shopping with their boyfriends and have the awesomest conversations in the dressing room next door and then you get to go home and write in your blog about how you heard a man exclaim “Oh my god, this shirt is so fabulous. If I had this I could be the queen of the gays.” Apparently, the shirt in question had some shiny bits and a few painted on crowns and all of the other silly, modern men’s clothing accoutrement and while the consensus over the wall was that it fit well, it was perhaps a little too fabulous and after a serious discussion of the shirt’s relative merits and deficiencies they decided to leave it.
I also saw huge man with a big, bushy beard wearing a tie-dyed, peace-symbol t-shirt playing a harmonica like someone was going to kill him if he didn’t. Today at work it rained (I know! Who knew it still did that?) and being up on the 16th floor of a glass walled building in a storm is really cool. I can only imagine what it must be like in a really tall building. I bet it’s awesome except for the swaying.
The world can be entertaining.