This is one of those weird things that might come under the umbrella of “Family Traditions” or “Family Jokes.”
I happen to have a green terrycloth bathrobe. My son has a green robe as well. Interesting coincidence. Well, my wife mentioned that we were both members of The Green Robe Den (which is, apparently, like The Red-Headed League in that it’s a special club for distinct individuals, but it doesn’t really exist). We would point out green robes wherever we saw them, such as Peter in While You Were Sleeping. His robe looks a lot like mine.
Mrs. Dave-Guy was also a bit rueful that she didn’t have a green bathrobe. Until last Christmas, when I bought her a comfy new robe. You better believe it was green. Now we’re all three of us members of the Green Robe Den!
HA! We of the Red-Crushed-Velvet Robe Den defy you both!
As all know, true lounging cannot be accomplished without the aid of a comfy Red-Crushed-Velvet Robe! It simply can’t be done!
*Astroboy, head held high, struts off to don his Red-Crushed-Velvet Robe… but suddenly remembers that (as far as he knows) it is about 7000 miles away, mouldering in a box in the basement of AstroYoungerBrother (much to AYB’s annoyance) in rural Maine until such time as Astroboy, and his Lady Love Astrogirl, deign to leave Korea and go to the real world, where Astroboy might reclaim his meager possessions…)
Arrr…Ummm…
Did I say “Red-Crushed-Velvet Robe” Den?? My bad!
I meant White-Fruit-of-the-Loom-Jockey Shorts and White Sweatsocks Den!! To paraphrase Khrushchev (?): “We shall out-lounge you!”
My robe belonged to my grandpa. I am a member of the Navy with Burgundy Trim Den. We don’t involve ourselves in the petty squabbles of the nouveaux robes.
I admit to being a member of the Invisible Bathrobe Den It’s ever so much better than those other Dens. After all, the invisible ones are rarer…but much better looking.
Robes? Pah! Who needs robes when your can have cuddly-old-sweats-and-fuzzy-socks?? I am clad shoulders to toes in soft, fleecy comfort, with no chance of untoward exposure of bits…
Geobabe, don’t listen to Gartog. His blue robe is evil. Look how he tried to make you change your blue and green stripes for blue only.
Come with me, Geobabe, a partially green robe is fit for the Green Robe Den. We welcome all robes, as long as they have green in them.
Oh, and bring your black miniskirt, if you think of it.
And Rue, I am pleased that Lady DeDay is a loyal member. Would that you joined her.
Green Bean, I am conflicted. Navy is obviously blue, and so I would count you my enemy. And yet your name – so green. Can it be you are a double-agent, wearing another’s colors while your name betrays your true loyalty?
Oh, and any chicks who have invisible bathrobes, woo hoo! You’re welcome anytime.
I was a member of the Green Robe Lodge…until one hot afternoon between poker games I decided to air the robe out a bit on the balcony. So I loosened the little green belt up and let it flop in the breeze. I had no idea the Green Robe Lodge Ladies Auxiliiary was having a afternoon tea/fundraiser in the gazebo across from the croquet court.
I, too, am a proud member of the Green Robe Den. I have suffered for my loyalty. I spare you most of the details, but at one point someone (I have my suspicions) gave my robe to the dogs as a sleeping place, and they ripped holes in various strategic locations. But, I persevere. It is now sacred.
