St. Louis: Famous for Booze, Blues, and Shoes

Booze
This weekend we went off to the one store in town that sells the Faythe-based Scrumpy cider: The Wine and Cheese Shop located in the old Famous and Barr building in Clayton.. Or, as Gary kept calling it, “Making a booze run for my wife.” I got all of the Scrumpy, all nine bottles, and I ordered a case. I think what distresses Gary the most is that I drink it right from the bottle, and I appear as if I’m drinking Malt Liquor from a 40.

Blues
Well, if not blues, music. Next concert on the agenda is Carbon Leaf at Blueberry Hill.

Shoes
Gary came into the room this morning wearing brown shoes, a blue striped shirt, Gary-green Dockers, and light beige socks.

“What’s with the socks?” I asked.

“The socks are fine! They’re some of my Best Socks! They don’t have any holes! So what if they don’t match my shoes!”

I paused then softly muttered sing-sing to myself, “blog post…”

Didn’t deter him, though. he went to work with greaser socks. Such a little nerdlet.


9 responses to “St. Louis: Famous for Booze, Blues, and Shoes”

  1. Moobs – The fatty arm vaccine fetish or the rectal temp spanking one, because that is the most popular legit search this week. .75 – Oh, no, he won’t let anyone buy his socks. He could just as well buy me a bra.

  2. My husband refuses to wear appropriate socks, too. How hard is it to figure out socks? It’s not like they have to deal with heel heights and pantyhose.

  3. Caroline – Dark brown shoes = dark brown socks. Black shoes = black socks. White tennisshoes=white socks. Duuurrrrrhhhhh.

  4. Well, I hate to introduce a note of dissent here (yeah, right!) but there is a school of thought that maintains the socks should match the trousers, not the shoes, and that white socks are an abomination even with white trainers.

  5. Big Dot – Well, I’m adopting that school od thought then, because all of gary’s pants are the exact same model and shade of gary-green. What about jeans though?

  6. Big Dot – What of faded jeans then? Light blue? I think you are making up this rule.

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