Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Oh, man, these are some nice socks.
My shopping trip a couple weekends ago included the picking up of some black dress socks, because I’m wearing slacks a lot more these days (read: wearing them at all qualifies as a lot more) and that means black shoes, and everyone knows your socks have to match your shoes. At least, that’s what TLC’s ‘What Not To Wear’ tells me, and that’s pretty much where I’ve been getting all my fashion advice over the past year or so. It’s a good show, educational and entertaining. And they’re paying me to hock them on my blog. That’s right, fools! I’ve sold out! Corporate pawn! Yaaa!
Oh, right, socks.
I picked up a set of some black socks from Nordstrom’s that turned out to be a little more expensive and a lot less thick than I would have expected. I’ll probably end up wearing through them inside of a few months, which is unfortunate. But let me tell you something about these socks, okay? These socks feel fantastic. These are the greatest socks I have ever worn. I’m used to the big, thick, cottony-white socks that I’ve worn with pretty much everything else, and I’ve nothing against that warm, comforting softness wrapped around my feet, but these socks are better. Way much better. And don’t even get me started about regular black socks, they always feel so weird, and thin, and awkward, and just unpleasant. I don’t like most black socks. But these socks, these are luxury socks; these are the Ferrari of black socks. These are socks for sock aficionados.
It’s like walking on silk, all day. I kid you not! Every step is like placing your foot into layer upon layer of comforting, smooth silk, wrapping around every little curve of your foot. It’s total foot luxury!
When I get rich, these socks are going to be my ‘rich guy vice.’ You know how you hear stories about famous movie stars or athletes or ‘internet-boom millionaires’ that have those weird eccentricities when it comes to luxury items. “Superstar quarterback Michael Francisco will only drink milk from Tibetan yaks that are milked by hand by a 14 year old girl and pasteurized in the blessed hot springs of poola-poola-pango.” Stuff like that.
Well when I get rich, these socks are going to be that thing. I will only wear John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12. He even put his own signature on the bottom of the socks! How pimp is that! I’ll have racks and racks of them in my house, and I’ll break out a new pair every day and then throw the old pair out every time I take off my shoes. Whenever I travel, I’ll demand that the hotel provide an adequate supply of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, and if they refuse, I will simply take my business elsewhere.
And then one day I’ll be out on my private yacht, floating lazily off the coast of the Florida, and I’ll go to my chest of drawers to get a pair of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12 to wear with my sandals, and I’ll open the drawer only to find out that my idiotic personal assistant has stocked my private yacht with John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 12-14. Twelve to Fourteen! I can’t wear John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 12-14. I only wear John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12. I refuse to wear any other sock!
I’ll fly into a rage and fire my personal assistant, tending his resignation by throwing him bodily off my private yacht and into the ocean. Then I will call up John W. Nordstrom HIMSELF and order a supply of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, which will be delivered immediately to my private helicopter and AIRLIFTED out to me on my private yacht, and then dropped from the helicopter directly down to me, where my new personal assistant, who has been interviewed, hired, and sent out by speedboat to my own, personal private yacht will open the hermetically sealed box of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, and remove the John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 12-14 and throw them out into the ocean, where my previous personal assistant will be covered in them, a fitting testament to the failure that cost him his job. Then, once my own, personal, private, luxury yacht has been restocked with John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, I will slip on a pair to go over my sandals and just take a walk once around the ship to bask in the luxury of my socks. Then I’ll take them off and throw them into the ocean too.
Yeah, that’ll be great.
* * * *
Haloween!
Last Friday turned out to be ‘couples night’. Myself and J(5), couple, Bon-Bon and Guns, couple, Tweet and Dag, couple, and Tall and Short, couple, all went out to see the King Tut Exhibit at the Los Angeles Community Museum of Art (LACMA). It was a fairly impressive display. They had some historical artifacts from Tutankhamen’s immediate ancestors, and some of their temples, as well as many of the things found in Tutankhamen’s tomb and a few things found on his person. Not everything was present, unfortunately, probably due to the fact that most of it is simply irreplaceable. If I was Egypt, I wouldn’t want to let it go either. Afterwards, we all went out to a restaurant and ate *way* too much delicious food.
Next day was ‘my’ Halloween. We all met up at Guns’ house, had some Jello shots and some delicious food. They had bought a cake from ‘Kings Hawaiian’ that was fantastic, and The Chef had cooked up a serious pumpkin pie. More eating than drinking took place, be sure of that. Especially because afterwards, we all went out in search of a good Halloween club! I drove. I’m safe like that.
Our first attempt was a club called Ivar. The other car made it there first and called to inform us of the fact that the line to get in was absurd. I talked to one of my friends that also tried to get into Ivar that night, and he said he and his friends stood in line for about two hours before just giving up. So we didn’t do that.
We swung by another place that had some reported partying going on, but, and pay attention because this is the reason I *hate* Hollywood clubs, it was impossible to get in. They were only letting in people in one of the following categories:
1) Rich people who paid their way onto some crazy VIP line
2) Large groups of hot girls
Being as we didn’t fall into either of those categories, it was going to be a long and arduous process for us to get in. Though they would have let in just our women, which once again proves my theory that J(5) is for serious, serious cute.
So, abandoning that club, (named Vanguard, by the way), we decided to just stroll down the street and see what else we could find. You can’t throw a hooker in Hollywood without hitting club, and by jove, we hit one. It was called ‘Monsters Ball’, and was hosted in an old, remodeled theatre. It was completely dead, at first, having only a place for people to hang out on the roof and just…well…talk. We could have done that at Guns’ house. Soon, though, they opened up the dance floor, and from then on, it was a good ol’ time. There was dancing, and music, and wild-crazy costumes. There was a costume contest that was *dominated* by a guy in a death costume...on stilts. He was actually dancing on his stilts, and his creepy-black death robe went all the way down to his fake feet, and he had a creepy-cool skull mask on. It was a righteous costume.
After the club, we all went home, spent some time hanging out at Guns’ some more and goofing off with video games before going our separate ways.
Sunday: Utilitarian day. Went to Costco, party city, and Best Buy to pick up stuff for a work-project-group-Halloween party that J(5) was organizing. Best buy to pick up some gift certificates for the costume contest, Costco to pick up a pumpkin pie (and to restock Noel’s Café) and Party City to pick up black streamers. Note: we didn’t’ find black streamers, and Party City in LA the day before Halloween is REDICULOUS. Don’t go there. We also stopped by a sports shoppe to pick up a new swim bag for J(5), which turned out to be a mega-win because the bag was $40 but through some combination of what I can assume had to be either discounts or a serious sale, was purchased for less than half. That goes in the win column.
I’m all proud of myself too, check out what I got done on Monday:
Watched a lecture
Cleaned my house
Did the dishes
Vacuumed
Shaved
Went shopping for food
Played video games
That’s a *Monday* right there.
Upcoming, looks like I may be flying after all. There’s some missions happening on ‘The Gary Project’, and it looks like I’ll be able to tag along. I don’t quite have the clearances in to be immediately useful, but I can still hang around and see how everything is done so that I can hit the ground running when the clearances come in. Excitement! Guess we’ll finally find out whether or not I like flying missions for work, eh?
Other than that, not much, but this is a seriously long entry, so I’m sure you can just go back and read this again to pick out some extra details if you’re still starving for news.
Oh, and in case you're curious, this is my hundredth blog entry. Yay!
-N
My shopping trip a couple weekends ago included the picking up of some black dress socks, because I’m wearing slacks a lot more these days (read: wearing them at all qualifies as a lot more) and that means black shoes, and everyone knows your socks have to match your shoes. At least, that’s what TLC’s ‘What Not To Wear’ tells me, and that’s pretty much where I’ve been getting all my fashion advice over the past year or so. It’s a good show, educational and entertaining. And they’re paying me to hock them on my blog. That’s right, fools! I’ve sold out! Corporate pawn! Yaaa!
Oh, right, socks.
I picked up a set of some black socks from Nordstrom’s that turned out to be a little more expensive and a lot less thick than I would have expected. I’ll probably end up wearing through them inside of a few months, which is unfortunate. But let me tell you something about these socks, okay? These socks feel fantastic. These are the greatest socks I have ever worn. I’m used to the big, thick, cottony-white socks that I’ve worn with pretty much everything else, and I’ve nothing against that warm, comforting softness wrapped around my feet, but these socks are better. Way much better. And don’t even get me started about regular black socks, they always feel so weird, and thin, and awkward, and just unpleasant. I don’t like most black socks. But these socks, these are luxury socks; these are the Ferrari of black socks. These are socks for sock aficionados.
It’s like walking on silk, all day. I kid you not! Every step is like placing your foot into layer upon layer of comforting, smooth silk, wrapping around every little curve of your foot. It’s total foot luxury!
When I get rich, these socks are going to be my ‘rich guy vice.’ You know how you hear stories about famous movie stars or athletes or ‘internet-boom millionaires’ that have those weird eccentricities when it comes to luxury items. “Superstar quarterback Michael Francisco will only drink milk from Tibetan yaks that are milked by hand by a 14 year old girl and pasteurized in the blessed hot springs of poola-poola-pango.” Stuff like that.
Well when I get rich, these socks are going to be that thing. I will only wear John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12. He even put his own signature on the bottom of the socks! How pimp is that! I’ll have racks and racks of them in my house, and I’ll break out a new pair every day and then throw the old pair out every time I take off my shoes. Whenever I travel, I’ll demand that the hotel provide an adequate supply of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, and if they refuse, I will simply take my business elsewhere.
And then one day I’ll be out on my private yacht, floating lazily off the coast of the Florida, and I’ll go to my chest of drawers to get a pair of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12 to wear with my sandals, and I’ll open the drawer only to find out that my idiotic personal assistant has stocked my private yacht with John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 12-14. Twelve to Fourteen! I can’t wear John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 12-14. I only wear John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12. I refuse to wear any other sock!
I’ll fly into a rage and fire my personal assistant, tending his resignation by throwing him bodily off my private yacht and into the ocean. Then I will call up John W. Nordstrom HIMSELF and order a supply of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, which will be delivered immediately to my private helicopter and AIRLIFTED out to me on my private yacht, and then dropped from the helicopter directly down to me, where my new personal assistant, who has been interviewed, hired, and sent out by speedboat to my own, personal private yacht will open the hermetically sealed box of John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, and remove the John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 12-14 and throw them out into the ocean, where my previous personal assistant will be covered in them, a fitting testament to the failure that cost him his job. Then, once my own, personal, private, luxury yacht has been restocked with John W. Nordstrom brand black socks, size 10-12, I will slip on a pair to go over my sandals and just take a walk once around the ship to bask in the luxury of my socks. Then I’ll take them off and throw them into the ocean too.
Yeah, that’ll be great.
* * * *
Haloween!
Last Friday turned out to be ‘couples night’. Myself and J(5), couple, Bon-Bon and Guns, couple, Tweet and Dag, couple, and Tall and Short, couple, all went out to see the King Tut Exhibit at the Los Angeles Community Museum of Art (LACMA). It was a fairly impressive display. They had some historical artifacts from Tutankhamen’s immediate ancestors, and some of their temples, as well as many of the things found in Tutankhamen’s tomb and a few things found on his person. Not everything was present, unfortunately, probably due to the fact that most of it is simply irreplaceable. If I was Egypt, I wouldn’t want to let it go either. Afterwards, we all went out to a restaurant and ate *way* too much delicious food.
Next day was ‘my’ Halloween. We all met up at Guns’ house, had some Jello shots and some delicious food. They had bought a cake from ‘Kings Hawaiian’ that was fantastic, and The Chef had cooked up a serious pumpkin pie. More eating than drinking took place, be sure of that. Especially because afterwards, we all went out in search of a good Halloween club! I drove. I’m safe like that.
Our first attempt was a club called Ivar. The other car made it there first and called to inform us of the fact that the line to get in was absurd. I talked to one of my friends that also tried to get into Ivar that night, and he said he and his friends stood in line for about two hours before just giving up. So we didn’t do that.
We swung by another place that had some reported partying going on, but, and pay attention because this is the reason I *hate* Hollywood clubs, it was impossible to get in. They were only letting in people in one of the following categories:
1) Rich people who paid their way onto some crazy VIP line
2) Large groups of hot girls
Being as we didn’t fall into either of those categories, it was going to be a long and arduous process for us to get in. Though they would have let in just our women, which once again proves my theory that J(5) is for serious, serious cute.
So, abandoning that club, (named Vanguard, by the way), we decided to just stroll down the street and see what else we could find. You can’t throw a hooker in Hollywood without hitting club, and by jove, we hit one. It was called ‘Monsters Ball’, and was hosted in an old, remodeled theatre. It was completely dead, at first, having only a place for people to hang out on the roof and just…well…talk. We could have done that at Guns’ house. Soon, though, they opened up the dance floor, and from then on, it was a good ol’ time. There was dancing, and music, and wild-crazy costumes. There was a costume contest that was *dominated* by a guy in a death costume...on stilts. He was actually dancing on his stilts, and his creepy-black death robe went all the way down to his fake feet, and he had a creepy-cool skull mask on. It was a righteous costume.
After the club, we all went home, spent some time hanging out at Guns’ some more and goofing off with video games before going our separate ways.
Sunday: Utilitarian day. Went to Costco, party city, and Best Buy to pick up stuff for a work-project-group-Halloween party that J(5) was organizing. Best buy to pick up some gift certificates for the costume contest, Costco to pick up a pumpkin pie (and to restock Noel’s Café) and Party City to pick up black streamers. Note: we didn’t’ find black streamers, and Party City in LA the day before Halloween is REDICULOUS. Don’t go there. We also stopped by a sports shoppe to pick up a new swim bag for J(5), which turned out to be a mega-win because the bag was $40 but through some combination of what I can assume had to be either discounts or a serious sale, was purchased for less than half. That goes in the win column.
I’m all proud of myself too, check out what I got done on Monday:
Watched a lecture
Cleaned my house
Did the dishes
Vacuumed
Shaved
Went shopping for food
Played video games
That’s a *Monday* right there.
Upcoming, looks like I may be flying after all. There’s some missions happening on ‘The Gary Project’, and it looks like I’ll be able to tag along. I don’t quite have the clearances in to be immediately useful, but I can still hang around and see how everything is done so that I can hit the ground running when the clearances come in. Excitement! Guess we’ll finally find out whether or not I like flying missions for work, eh?
Other than that, not much, but this is a seriously long entry, so I’m sure you can just go back and read this again to pick out some extra details if you’re still starving for news.
Oh, and in case you're curious, this is my hundredth blog entry. Yay!
-N
Comments:
Noel, your grandmother tells me there's a novel being created on your blog . . is this true? forgive me for being lame or rushed but i couldn't find the link.
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