Monday, Bloody Monday.
Apparently, I already got my new Ben Sherman that I ordered last night! Messenger devliery in NYC, baybee. Pretty cool. Annie says it's cute, but I haven't seen it yet. I'll report on that later.
I hope to get the new Parka soon. Thanks, xpaytriot, for the head's up on that one. It'll be nice for the remainder of the winter.
Regarding Paul Weller, I'm still at a bit of a loss for words. The show itself was phenomenal. The guy still sounds better live than on CD or tape or record. What was a bit disconcerting, however, was the crowd. Don't get me wrong, everyone deserves to enjoy the Capuccino Kid. But holy cow did I see a lot of bald heads with comb-overs and goofy women doing the 80s swing. You'd think that if these people were hip enough to be into the Jam way back when, they'd at least have the self-awareness to NOT wear pleated khakis with a tucked-in sweater from The Gap.
Am I wrong? Am I just a snob?