First of all fear not (or maybe fear - what do I know?): The second verse of "California Zephyr Blues" is COMING SOON to a computer near you.
Think of this as a chorus between verses.
My niece is getting married in October. As a member of the wedding party, I'm expected to sport the same penguin plummage as the other guys. The groom - surely with heavy advice/pressure from the niece - selected a costume for everybody to wear.
All I had to do was go to a Men's Wearhouse ("You're gonna like the way you look. I guarantee it.") to get measured and fitted. Didn't matter which one, since the getup will be picked up at San Diego, where the nuptials are to be held.
There's a Men's Wearhouse nearby in Oxnard, but it's kinda hard to get to for somebody (meaning me) whooz been auto-free since '93.
I learned there's also a MW at Santa Barbara, mere blocks from the train station. So it would be easier, and way more fun, to make a day trip to Santa Barbara to get fitted. Plus, I could rack up some cheap double AGR points (fall promotion).
And finally, I could indulge a major photo phrenzy in the bargain. Y'know, with all the traveling I do elsewhere, it's sometimes easy to forget that there's some pretty cool scenery close to home as well. So this little up-and-back jaunt was an opportunity to not only kinda reconnect with my local surroundings, but share the experience with others, too.
Because the rides were so short, there's really no call for my usual lengthy rants. What we have here is more or less a well-captioned photo essay; a really fun day captured in pixels and comments.
As for the tuxedo fitting, it went fairly well. Kinda nervous about it at first, cuz I hadn't worn a tux since high school. And remember: Eisenhower was president when I was born.
Pretty smooth until the guy looked me up on the computer. "Oh, you're an usher." ""That's news to ME." "They probably just wanted to put something." "Hope so, cuz I don't know how to ush."
Hope you enjoy these views of my little section of the southern California coast:
Tuxedo Run
Think of this as a chorus between verses.
My niece is getting married in October. As a member of the wedding party, I'm expected to sport the same penguin plummage as the other guys. The groom - surely with heavy advice/pressure from the niece - selected a costume for everybody to wear.
All I had to do was go to a Men's Wearhouse ("You're gonna like the way you look. I guarantee it.") to get measured and fitted. Didn't matter which one, since the getup will be picked up at San Diego, where the nuptials are to be held.
There's a Men's Wearhouse nearby in Oxnard, but it's kinda hard to get to for somebody (meaning me) whooz been auto-free since '93.
I learned there's also a MW at Santa Barbara, mere blocks from the train station. So it would be easier, and way more fun, to make a day trip to Santa Barbara to get fitted. Plus, I could rack up some cheap double AGR points (fall promotion).
And finally, I could indulge a major photo phrenzy in the bargain. Y'know, with all the traveling I do elsewhere, it's sometimes easy to forget that there's some pretty cool scenery close to home as well. So this little up-and-back jaunt was an opportunity to not only kinda reconnect with my local surroundings, but share the experience with others, too.
Because the rides were so short, there's really no call for my usual lengthy rants. What we have here is more or less a well-captioned photo essay; a really fun day captured in pixels and comments.
As for the tuxedo fitting, it went fairly well. Kinda nervous about it at first, cuz I hadn't worn a tux since high school. And remember: Eisenhower was president when I was born.
Pretty smooth until the guy looked me up on the computer. "Oh, you're an usher." ""That's news to ME." "They probably just wanted to put something." "Hope so, cuz I don't know how to ush."
Hope you enjoy these views of my little section of the southern California coast:
Tuxedo Run
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