Thursday, January 08, 2004
if you love your jean jacket, set it free...
If it comes back to you, then it was really yours. That's what happened to me.
On a cold Friday night, I piled my jean jacket on under my faux fur gangster coat that makes me feel like Bonnie without Clyde. We went to a gallery-slash-bar that had an amazing DJ and the heat was turned up high. I secretly believe that clubs do this so that women will strip down to their tank tops, but that is just me.
I threw my giant outercoat on a chair and kept the dirty denim layer on. In an overheated moment, I tossed the jean jacket on an entirely different chair and promptly forgot about it. Two red wines later, it was time to go. I threw on my big old coat and we left.
A phonecall to the bar the next day informed me that no such jean jacket was found, but I could leave my name and number. Yeah right. It's Diesel and it's unisex. Anyone could be sporting that thing by now.
About a week later, I went to the store where I originally bought the jacket. Right there, on the very same clothing bar, was the exact same jacket all over again! I know it's mine because my friend Molly stitch-ripped the Diesel logo off the front pocket for me, and it had 2 different size tags: one medium and one large.
The doggone thing is mine again and I don't even care that I bought it from the same store twice.
On a cold Friday night, I piled my jean jacket on under my faux fur gangster coat that makes me feel like Bonnie without Clyde. We went to a gallery-slash-bar that had an amazing DJ and the heat was turned up high. I secretly believe that clubs do this so that women will strip down to their tank tops, but that is just me.
I threw my giant outercoat on a chair and kept the dirty denim layer on. In an overheated moment, I tossed the jean jacket on an entirely different chair and promptly forgot about it. Two red wines later, it was time to go. I threw on my big old coat and we left.
A phonecall to the bar the next day informed me that no such jean jacket was found, but I could leave my name and number. Yeah right. It's Diesel and it's unisex. Anyone could be sporting that thing by now.
About a week later, I went to the store where I originally bought the jacket. Right there, on the very same clothing bar, was the exact same jacket all over again! I know it's mine because my friend Molly stitch-ripped the Diesel logo off the front pocket for me, and it had 2 different size tags: one medium and one large.
The doggone thing is mine again and I don't even care that I bought it from the same store twice.
