Tonite a friend is renting out a potion of a club (IIRC, Elbo Room in Chi) to celebrate his 10th anniversary.
Now, as a 40 yr old father of 3, my days of hitting hip clubs are some lifetimes behind me. And while I was never a Beau Brummel, in recent years I have become less and less of a clotheshorse.
I guess I don’t know who I thn I’ll be fooling. I’m just gonna be one of te “old folks” they shunt off to the back room of the bar. But I’m wondering. How freakish will I look with a pair of Dockers, a sport shirt, and DMs? Or should I go with dress pants? Or jeans?
And howzabout the missus? (And I’ll suggest Spandex and Minis aren’t an option!)
You know, I might never have been exactly cool, but I seem to recall I wasn’t always this much of a fucking dork!
I’d do the nice pants + coat and tie thing myself. I think one should always strive to be slightly better dressed than the occassion calls for. At worst, you’ll look stuffy. At best, you’ll be classier than anyone else there. Sadly, this is becoming easier and easier these days.
Yeah, we rejected the Li’l Kim/Ricky Martin idea because we kept fighting over which of us got to wear the pasties.
Simple? Why I’ve been called that! But never elegant I’m afraid. Didn’t you read my post? The continuum runs pretty much from jeans (blue or black) to Dockers to dress slacks. Maybe I’ll wear my rattlesnake boots!
And I always tell Mrs. D. to just load up on the ice and let the young chicks turn green. (She has a habit of buying herself very nice jewelry, and then attributing it to me as thoughtful gifts. All her friends are jealous and I, as usual, remain clueless. Just the other day she was talking about some stones called tanzania or something. Said emerald cut 1 ct studs were about right. I suspect I’ll be seeing them soon.)
Its wierd, tho. Like I said, I was never a hepcat, but I certainly used to be comfortable in clubs (mayhaps TOO comfy?) And now on the rare occasions I find myself in a relatively happening place, I just feel sooo damn old. (I get small solace out of knowing I could kick any 2-3 of them young punks’ asses, but like the sands through the hourglass…)
So, you gonna need a stable boy down on the farm. I wouldn’t mind being called “Squire.” Did I mention I own a pair of boots? And nothing says Eve like “landed gentry.”
You’ll probably be fine in the Dockers, an open-necked shirt, and a quiet sport jacket (navy blue or tweed). And some sort of shoes, of course. Nobody’s expecting you to turn up in a pimpsuit and platforms.
I can’t really help with your wife. Fascinated as I am with women’s fashions (as Charles Bukowski said, “I’ve always enjoyed looking at women in women’s clothes”), I feel uncomfortable with the idea of dressing one up myself.
Ike is right, Dockers and sports shirt and DMs and casual jacket is the right choice to make. I would suggest making sure that you like how the shirt looks both with and without the jacket, in case the club is too warm for a jacket.
Why don’t people see the importance of mentioning this when they make invitations? Everyone likes to know the general dress expectations of an event.
Mrs. D’s joo-ells sound like they are taking care of any fashion questions on her end! And yes, I am jealous!
Sure, Ike, Docs, but like dress Docs. Not lace up stompers.
Well, here it is. We didn’t go! 9:30, the missus and I were both dressed, and we realized it was an hour drive each way, and we decided we’d rather make a fire, and we drank a real nice bottle of wine.
Damn, I’m an old poop. (And it ain’t bad!)
I’m gonna see the guy in about an hour for cards. It was at a place called “Beat Kitchen” on West Belmont for any who would know.
Beat Kitchen is another of my favorite places. They have some really cool bands there (my daughter is watching me type and is reminding me that her teacher’s band played there).
The food is quite good as well. They have a bruschetta with fresh goat cheese that rivals mia francescas’.
Definitely not your average bar food.