this morning, after fifteen years of focused effort and ten minutes of hard work, i finally tied my own tie. i cannot truly enjoy this monumental achievement without thanking those that made it possible. dad, thank you for using your hairy, nimble fingers to ensure that i never appeared at parochial school in anything less than appropriate dress. steven hurt, wherever you are, i would like to thank you for teaching a young lad that it is possible to dress professionally and provocatively. thank you for living the dream steven. i hope that this achievement makes you proud. alexander, thank you for providing the overpriced swatch of silk that inspired me to take this step. i am so glad that strapping on silk before stepping into work is one more experience that we can share.
i know, i know that my time is up. please don't restrain me from sharing my gratitude...
finally, how could i almost forget?, i would like to thank the pixie, who in a mere five minutes of abbreviated study and careful application reminded me that this dream was not beyond my eager, emaciated reach. thank you for leading me to heights i previously considered unattainable. i love you.
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all growns up.
and still funnier than matthew perry.
Ahem . . . how about the guy who stood next to you yesterday and walked you through the process of tying a tie, step by step?
i know, i know. i just couldn't find a way to describe the wind beneath my wings.
wow, today a tie... tomorrow he will picking out his own clothes.
gfunk lets see some pics man
Oh man, this post was, like, one of my favorite gentry-posts for some reason. It made me laugh hard and so did the comments. Thanks!
-red
p.s. I would like to see you in an ascot.
And what sort of knot was it? A windsor? Half windsor? Something else?
When I was about 12, my father taught me how to tie a tie, telling me, "When you get married, it's a certainty that he won't know how to tie a tie, that's why I'm teaching you to do it."
Did you learn the story of the bunny? The bunny who goes around the log, up through the log, and so on, to help remember for next time?
so did D know how to tie a tie or not? i'm dying to know!
unfortunately, dr. j did not tell me the story of the bunny. instead, he substituted a rather inappropriate narrative that i will not repeat here.
and landfill, what the hell is an ascot? i hope it isn't something that accentuates my ears.
This is the reason my dad taught me to tie a tie, saying, "It's a certainty your future husband isn't going to know how."
Was it a windsor knot? A half windsor? A half nelson? ;)
i think it was a slip knot. but i'm not sure. for more info, ask the one who's everything, everything, i wish i could be.
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