CSotD: For Wedding Bell Blues, set it to “cold”
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Pardon My Planet, with a cartoon I cannot relate to.
Not the laundry part. Oh, I'm there.
The fitting into your old clothes part. I think this cartoon is for people under 40.
Eight or 10 years ago, I finally got rid of the suit I was married in at 21, realizing that I would never, ever be able to fit in it again, even if double-breasted chalk-line pinstripe suits with wide lapels came back. Or I were suddenly cast in a production of "Guys and Dolls."
Come to think of it, the last time I wore it was for a play and I was, indeed, just a few years under 40.
The play was "How the West Was Built," which was set in the Old West, and which I co-wrote for the Colorado Springs Home Builders Association Associates Night back in 1986, when I was 36. It was one of those spoofs full of inside jokes where everyone who wants a part gets one.
(Order the original cast album today! You'll hear: "Oh, give me a home with a 10-percent loan, and a backyard where children can play, where prices are low and the crabgrass won't grow, and you can thank your HBA!" and "The Rancher and the Builder Should Be Friends," and "Any loan you can get, I can get lower!" not to mention "He's a high-falutin', rootin-tootin, son-of-a-gun from Cambridge Commons, Harvard Cowboy Joe!")
That last song was my big number, since I was cast as the over-educated preppy from the East, which was a far cry from the Rhett Butler image I envisioned when I bought the suit.
Parts of the play were excellent.
Had it included more action, there would have had to have been some industrial-strength stapling done to reinforce the button on the trousers, but, as it was, the double-breasted jacket covered up any signs of distress in that department and we made it through the night.
Could have been worse. A few years after my wedding, the Edwardian thing became stylish, with the groom and his crewe all decked out in jackets with velour lapels and powder-blue top hats. Anyone who bought rather than rented in those days, if he wanted a second use, would have to hope the local theater club was doing Shaw as interpreted by Timothy Leary.
Anyway, it's been some time since I could relate to getting back into wedding garb, much less the earlier stuff, but since my current situation has me laundromat-dependent, I can really relate to that part of the gag.
There is an unwritten law of the laundromat: Before you laugh at what someone else is wearing, take a look at yourself.
And don't stand there with a coffee cup in your hand or somebody is apt to drop coins into it.
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