Trey's First Prada

It's true. I finally own my first piece of Prada. And it's all thanks to Museum Man.

Today was supposed to be my shopping day. A new suitcase, and a new bed side table/night stand. So after the gym, I trekked out into Falls Church. Only to find the Target surrounded by cops that were blocking all entrances. I must check the Washington Post tomorrow to find out what that was all about.

So I bailed on Target and headed to The Room Store. And it was just as dreadful as I imagined it would be. A big huge showroom of crap. But I persevered and made two laps through the bed room section. It was awful, but I found a couple of pieces that I didn't hate too much. But by then I figured I would need to look somewhere else.

Anyways, since I was in VA, I stopped by Museum Man's temporary lodging and picked him up. We headed to Cafe Asia for lunch and then we came back into the District. After a couple of quickie errands, we headed to Filene's Basement. I think poor Museum Man (MM) was in a bit of shock. He was all over the place. I did manage to find a burnt orange suitcase that was big, but not heavy. MM tried to sell on one with four rollers, etc and I said it was too heavy. He's like, "That's the wheels are for." But that's not the issue. If the airlines restrict me to 50 pounds per bag, then I don't want the bag itself to weigh too much. It needs to be light, but fairly sturdy. And burnt orange is still in according to MM. We wandered up the second floor and MM went into a whirl wind of fashion. He forced me to buy a black suede sports coat. It's nice, but we'll see. It's definitely casual and I really don't go out that much. Standing in line to pay, MM discovered a hidden bin of Prada shoes. And he lost it. MM is a bit of a label queen. Anyways, he found a pair that are close to my size. Retail $350. On sale: $136. I think that was the most expensive pair of shoes I've ever bought. Oh well. It's Prada baby! So see my red tag and turn green with envy!

But I Look Good, Damn It!!!

So my Mom works at the church thrift store and so I end up with all sorts of dead men clothes. I know she means well, and a shirt for $1 is a good deal. Or it would be if it weren't HIDEOUS! So I thank her, keep it in my closet for a couple of months, and then when I go on a closet cleaning spree it's on it's way to Goodwill.

Anyways, for Christmas my Mom got me a nice silk tie from the Thrift Store and I just hung in my closet. I don't know. It's just didn't work for me. But when I got up this AM, I thought, what the heck, I'll give it a shot. And with the brown dress slacks and the little too dark for french blue shirt I was wearing it looked good. And I got a number of compliments. I was remarking to one of the ladies (because let's face it, they would be the only one's who would notice), how I had a hard time matching the tie and she responded. Oh, it would look good with a burgandy suit. And I stopped, and I looked at her. Burgandy suit? You know, like a maroon suit she said. A maroon suit? I don't think I've ever seen a maroon suit. And she said that they were very popular. And sure enough, when I went back down to my desk, she had sent me a link to a maroon/burgandy suit. OMG! Not only no, but do I look like a pimp NO! Hello, I'm a slacker by not wearing the requisite blue or black suit every day. I'm thinking the maroon suit is just not going to fly at all.

Anyways, after work I decided that I want to work my new look at the Ultra Hip Lounge and have a drink (diet coke) with GreekBoi. So we went over there and it was dead. There was no one really there to take in my sartorial splender! I was pissed. I looked good damn it! Where are all the fabulous people to gawk and compliment me damn it!! And seriously, do you know the last time I went to a bar on a Monday night! Now I know why!!