This is a post that has to do everything to do with common decency.
We were up in Newburgh, NY for a wake. It was Lindsay's grandmother, who was 88 years old when she passed. There weren't a whole lot of people there due to the fact that the people she knows are: a) in homes, b) dead, c) too old to remember anything, or d) all of the above. Those of us that were there, we were dressed like normal human beings - black dresses for the women, khaki or dress pants and a button-up for the guys (or a suit). Pretty standard given the circumstance.
Across the hall was another wake - I think it was a wake. Here's some examples of how people were dressed - I will try to be as descriptive as possible, for your reading enjoyment.
Booty Lady: A tight pair of teal booty shorts, with the bottom of her ass hanging out a wee bit. Oh, and she was toting around a child no older than 4 years old. Role models.
Prom Woman: A floor length black dress with silver sequins shaped like flowers that was at least four sizes too small. Like a sausage in a casing.
Balla #1: A dude with a red Detroit Red Wings cap on with a hair poof out the back and jeans hanging off his ass. I didn't know the Red Wings wore hats.
Balla #2: Wife beater, camo pants on, black Timberland boots. He must have done bicep curls before he got there.
Biker Lady: Not of the Harley variety - she had on tight black spandex (again, four sizes too small) and a white t-shirt with a Polo Ralph Lauren satchel. She was styling.
Aero Man: A grown ass man (40+ at least) wearing a white t-shirt with "AERO 1987" blasted on the front.
Fruit Lady: Her top was pretty decent looking, a form fitting black thing - with a pair of Apple Bottom jeans. And no, her boots had no fur.
Is that a ...?: This lady had on a long black dress with an open back and a black bra visible for all to see. Nothing but class, lady. Really.
Smoke Show: A lady who every time I looked outside had a cigarette in her hand making a bee-line for outside to smoke her sorrows away. She'll be next in the box.
Leatherman: It was 97 degrees out and this guy had on a leather bomber jacket. He must have been from equator.
But this was a fucking wake we're talking about - a place where people pay their respects to the deceased. I saw more blue jeans than anything. At least try to fool a few people and throw on a pair of black jeans and try to fool someone.
It just goes to show you that people are fucking clueless. I refuse to give a shit what I look like when I walk out the door (as far as trying to match colors) because there's always people like this out there that make me feel like I am a fashion icon.
