Codie and I are at Java Vino shooting the shit with my buddy Paul who happened to be here trying to work (ha) now drinking red wine by the vat (LadybugRed for me, the bottle matched my flips) and chatting it up about The Tour. Bottom line warning: this is a co-blog. He’s been aloof about posting and I’ve been getting pissy about it so I have him here at…er…stempoint, adding to the list and helping me forget about the heavy item overhead on the frayed rope that’s about to snap and allow said item crush me.

This is my world in 2005 and in it, men should never wear:
~ Fanny packs
~ Slip on shoes (like these)
~ A moustache
~ Socks with sandals
~ Jean shorts
~ Jewlery of any kind EXCEPT a watch, (maybe) one ring and- if you’re highly religious – a cross or Star of David, but it needs to live under your clothes (close to your heart)
~ Speedos
~ Croakies/Chums
~ Elastic waistbands
~ Oakley anything
~ Hairband concert t-shirts

Also: if your pants have loops for a belt – you need to be wearin’ one.

Love ya!

Codie and Maigh

PS Thanks to the NACer for his sacrifice tonight. I needed it.