The Style Black Hole

So I finally made it home. The flight was nice, the only problem was that they guy across the aisle from me was way too hot. He was married, but I still could not stop checking him out. It got to the point where it was embarassing, I kept thinking “he must have seen me check him out that time”, but he kept smiling at me. Oh well.

I was in Chicago for work, but now am back on the US East Coast at my parent’s summer house. Lovely, but it is raining. I have to leave tomorrow for work meetings in the city, but I get to come back in a week.

We went to see Sex and the City today, First time for mom and dad, second for me. It was funny, but what was funnier was how I just so could not picture any of the people in that theatre relating to the girls lives. This is so cruel, but there were people in the theatre wearing sweat pants. In public! I mean WTF! If they can’t go outside looking decent they so cannot relate to the lives of the SATC girls. Everytime I come back to the States I am struck by how the masses are so classless. Ok, there are plenty of people in England that have no taste. And I know there are lots of people in the States who do have class, but seriously, there are way too many who have none. Some of the things they wear. We are on a trendy summer resort, I mean, come on.

I think maybe the French need to invade and liberate us from the grips of bad taste.

~ by ctyke on June 16, 2008.