Si, Señora!
St. Thomas tomorrow, St. Kitts, Barbados, St. Lucia, and St. Maarten to follow before heading back to San Juan.
my sister worked for the big food purveyor on st. thomas and had a cafe with my brother in the 80’s. i know the territory pretty well. my sister told me a funny story about keith richards showing up in st. thomas and for the minutes…minutes…ride to st. john…he needed a bottle of jack.
a big smile. business is business, and karma is karma.
I also jumped off of a ledge that night and sprained my ankle pretty bad.
Just cause chuck does his own doesn’t mean everyone should! Sheesh some people! [Rolleyes].
Late,
grmpysmrf
i am apparently clueless about the nomenclature for some fashions here. when i, as a high schooler was looking for some style action aside from the leather boots, i looked for “high tops”. i can’t think of anyone in chicago who called them “chucks”. could be wrong, but I did grow up in the hood.
carmangary, you were “IN THE NAVY!” and all the drag implications make you perfectly suited to be an honorary Revolting Cock. (""where are the medals?..wtf…?)
Faded Wranglers, road-cone-orange polo shirt, the same black over-the-ankle Red Wing boots I wear every day, and the same two feet of swingset chain I’ve sported on my wallet for the last 10 years.
I’m wearing Febreze. I sprayed it heavily on the ass of my pants because they smelled like butt and I don’t want to shower or do laundry. Laundry is for wimmins and showers are for queers.
wearing a georg jensen bracelet from the twenties (design) and pondering the wardrobe for work tomorrow. have a very fine collection of georg jensen antique and re-issue, thanks to that tall guy.
OKAY I am awake now, and have decided to go with some sunny chapman jewels for tomorrow. and some clothes, presumably. with a couple of bucks in my pocket.
wearing a georg jensen bracelet from the twenties (design) and pondering the wardrobe for work tomorrow. have a very fine collection of georg jensen antique and re-issue, thanks to that tall guy.
OKAY I am awake now, and have decided to go with some sunny chapman jewels for tomorrow. and some clothes, presumably. with a couple of bucks in my pocket.
Don’t you ever…oh never mind.
ok pelligro. WHAT?
lard shirt, and waiting for it to reach 100 fucking degrees today. and we dropped off the kid at the airport at 4:30 am on his way to china. i be fried, at the moment.
Solid black t-shirt. Black socks. Black shoes. Jeans. 5’o’Clock Shadow.
sounds like everyone interestingly enough is in to black.
Black short-sleeve girly t and light tan ankle trousers.
It’s freakin’ hot here.
Cargo pants, thermal socks, two shirts and a jacket. It’s hitting triple digits and I’m stoked.
[:)]
Grey polyester leisure suit pants and my Realicide “When Fear Is The Norm, Love Is Radical” t-shirt (black).
Gray Calvin Klein pants, black Banana Republic polo shirt, black shoes, clean underwear, a million dollar smile.
It’s gray pants day! Woo!
grey pants. hm. guess i owned some at some time.probably military styling and details. grey’s something that works for some.probably not for me, being all pale-faced and sensitive. damn. black’s where it’s at. provides the perfect backdrop. nite, party peeps.