Monday, December 04, 2006

Mercy, mercy me

Thankfully today was a dead day at the office. Spent the morning moving into my new office (you leave long enough and sure enough they move you), playing the teeny-weeny mpeg of the spot for everyone who came by, and assuring everyone the long hair is more of a product of being gone a long time rather than "going all LA." Between you and I, I kinda like the longer 'do. At least until I hate it and then cut all off.

There was some lunch, a radio assignment brieifing, and then a prompt cancellation not an hour later of that same radio assignment. Shortly thereafter, there was a departure made by me.

Seeing as the ol' company Christmas party is next Tuesday (yeah, I know. Tuesday night. Should be a rager.) I ran across the street to Labrynth Square Mall to begin an Odyssey-like search for a new sportcoat (which, by the way, is a word I hate. What am I, doing some kind of sporting in it? Dancecoat. Drinkcoat, at least.) I went to almost every store in the place before deciding on a sharp little Calvin Klein number with British-cut pockets and double vents in the back. It's quite dashing, I feel. Check me out modeling it:

The detail came out for crap but you get the idea. Trust me, it's dope. One might even say "macho."

No? No one?

Fine, dashing it is.

The kicker was when a 35% discount was dangled over my head I was somehow lured into signing up for a Macy's credit card. What was I thinking? I mean it'll be immediately cancelled upon arrival but still. They'll junk mail me to death. That's at least a sapling's worth of waste I created. Not to mention I make it by there like twice a year.

But it was a lot of savings, ya know? But after Johnny Mopper, the salesclerk (old school Georgia, tweed jacket, horn-rimmed glasses, tie, sweater vest), got all the paperwork and stuff done I wondered if the money I saved was worth more than the time I waved bye-bye to. Literally 30 minutes. I hope he didn't notice my beginning to smile/chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation. He must have told me ten times that I could save that much for the next two days in any of the departments (each time he read them off to me so we were clear) and I tried as nicely as possible to say "look, Johnny, if I'm back in here before spring it'll be a frikkin' miracle. Not too big a fan o' the malls there, chief. Especially 'round the holidays, ya know what I'm saying?"

The coat was totally worth it though.

Lastly, mad props to my man Dave Werner on setting the world on fire. Again. Only this time hotter and brighter. Read all about it to the right under the never-more-appropriate "Boy Wonder" link.

Hats off, man. You, more than anyone out there, deserve it. You rock.

Seriously, this was one of my favorite singles from last year.

5 Comments:

Blogger david said...

Thanks for the kind words Howard. It's been great following your recent adventures as well, and my fingers are crossed that I'll see you soon out west!

10:56 PM  
Blogger Howard said...

It's highly likely. If nothing else, I understand there's a really good agency there in SF. Goodby something I think it is.

Again, congratulations. That's huge.

11:00 PM  
Blogger Tania Rochelle said...

Both of you are good boys.

Now, about 'sportcoat': I love to learn the words people hate, because it gives me an excuse to tell a story: My ex hated the word lunchmeat--said it was "Powder Springs" of me to use it. When I asked him what he'd prefer I call his sandwich fillers, he told me "anything but that."

Dickmeat it was. For seven or eight years.

12:26 PM  
Blogger Tania Rochelle said...

Oh, and Howard, you do look kinda macho in the jacket.

12:27 PM  
Blogger Howard said...

Yeah, I'm not feeling lunchmeat either. I guess that's one of the joys of being single is I never have to call stuff anything. I just buy it, something like "a half-pound of turkey , please." I don't know what they'd say if I asked for a "half-pound of dickmeat." Could be funny.

And thanks for the coat comment. I dress up about three times a year so I've got to make it count!

1:11 PM  

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