I went to the Inaugural Party for Kansas City’s new mayor, Mark Funkhouser, this evening. The party was open to the public (limited numbers, first come first served) and the dress code was pretty informal. It was worded something like “Dress up or dress down, orange tie (orange was Mark’s campaign color) or tie dye.” Most people were pretty well dressed (I wore a knee length red dress with black flowers), but there were a few who were totally out there.
–The man in the orange tracksuit.
–Various micromini dresses.
–The man in the tie dyed suit (which I actually loved).
–The man with sagging jeans and a huge royal blue t-shirt, which was decorated with a pair of praying hands, complete with blingy watch and bracelet, against a field of doves.
–The girl wearing jeans and a black long sleeved shirt…under a cute pink sundress.
Overall I can’t fault any of these people, because Mark has always said that he supports regular folks, and that’s who showed up. But I know that some of you probably have examples that are even more ridiculous and awful. Weddings, funerals, formal parties…I’d love to hear it.
One of my nephew’s ex-girlfriends showed up at my father-in-law’s graveside service in a leather micro-mini skirt - over a 7 month pregnancy. Then she and her mother got into a loud argument. During the service.
I nominate my cousin F., who wore black to our aunt’s funeral - a black fringed flapper style minidress. Cousin F. is about fifty.
If supporting evidence is needed, may I present the occasion of another cousin’s retirement ceremony, honoring her years of service in the Air Force. The event was held at 3 in the afternoon. Cousin F. stuffed her 12-year old daughter into a floor length evening gown and sparkly shoes for this.
Event: grandmother’s funeral
Uncle’s new wife who had not met most of the family wore a BRIGHT red pants suit and…best of all…no teeth. Uncle said "They bother her. " Can’t repeat what my dad (his brother) said, here as we are not in the pit.
My brother, at my other brother’s formal wedding. Bright yellow bowling shirt, with a red and green flashing Christmas tie, over fatigue pants, and brogans.
I was once called a “pink orca” for wearing a pink T-shirt and pink track pants to a Dopefest in Philly. In all fairness, however, I spilled soda on the clothes I was going to wear and had to wear the pink stuff as a backup.
My clothing choices otherwise are generally appropriate.
He’s just a jerk. It was my youngest brother’s wedding. He’d asked our other two brothers to stand up with him. I guess, jerk was pissed because he wasn’t the BEST best man. Our middle brother was brain injured several years ago, so jerk didn’t want to stand up with him. :rolleyes:
He’s always played at being a thug.
At my great-Aunt Clara’s funeral (she was one of the sweetest and gentlest souls ever to grace the planet) her son-in-law showed up in baggy khaki pants, a subdued brown and green print polo shirt, and tan hush puppies. Now, John is and always has been a big guy, but I’ve seen bigger men in suits. Heck, he could have donned a white shirt and tie, but he showed up as if he was enroute to a bowling tournament. Schmuck.
I can’t think of anywhere that this is appropriate, except maybe a circus: http://pics.livejournal.com/opalcat/pic/0008t45k (my boyfriend took that with his camera phone, before running screaming from the building)
Dang, Opal, is the red fabric part of the print top or is it another layer?? I’m not known for my fashion acumen, but even *I * know that’s pretty bad.
His best friend showed up in high-cut cutoff denim shorts, a tank top and army boots.
Event: a friend’s wedding.
The maid of honor wore about the same thing described above. Admittedly, said friend was having a game of ultimate frisbee after the wedding, so it was clearly not necessary to wear an evening gown or even a cocktail dress; however, the entire crowd was dressed in semi-formal attire and I was really surprised that as maid of honor she would choose not to dress similarly. Apparently the maid of honor and bridesmaids were to choose their own dresses for the wedding.
No matter how many times I tell them to dress appropriately, my clients sometimes show up for court wearing the darndest things. The most recent was last Monday, when one of my clients showed up for a jury trial wearing jeans and a wife-beater. Guess what he was charged with. Yup, wife-beating.
I wore shorts the other day, which is generally something I don’t do for the aforementioned reasons. But I figured I couldn’t look any worse than the little chickie-poos with the hoodie sweatshirt, tight denim miniskirt that barely covers their ass and gives them a muffin-top, and Ugg boots.
I washed a load of jeans that night so I wouldn’t have to do it again.
Don’t worry, that’s not what I’m talking about. More along the lines of bleached blonde, fake baked, reject sorority girls who only accessorize with OBNOXIOUS HOT PINK and are certain everyone wants a piece of that fly booty. You know, the ones that wear lowrider jeans with tank tops and half their gut sticking out. Unless you do that. Then er… Stop it?
That’s what I’m talking about, too, only in my neck of the woods, they also wear those stupid miniskirts that are about two inches wide and give everyone an unobstructed view of their goodies because they’re also wearing thongs.