Shorts and argyle socks: never okay, right? Not even if you already carry oneself as an eccentric-academic-type-with-little-clothes-interest-or-taste?
Argyle socks have been a major innovation in Jeremydress over the past eight months, as I've bought a bunch of pairs and have them now as my daily sock default. However, bringing only one pair of regular white socks for this Madison-Aspen-Madison was egregiously shortsighted with it being summer.
I'm staying at Sal's for this leg of my trip right now. He's away, but has left behind various distractions in his apartment that might crack my usually impregnable work ethic. I came to suspect this when I was trying to get several different things done the night before leaving for Aspen but still got ensnared by a dead-of-night HBO showing of Spiderman 2. As if cable TV wasn't dangerous enough, Sal has also left behind his guitar (along with Guitar for Dummies and Rock Guitar for Dummies) and various issues of the strangely fascinating Shih Tzu magazine. Suffice it to say I am up at my office now, as I needed to flee here to get anything accomplished.