One Does Want a Hint of Color

As I stood at the bus stop last night, having thoroughly enjoyed a reading by David Sedaris, a party bus pulled up in front of The Lusty Lady. Which just happens to be next to my bus stop. It's kind of a fun place to wait for a bus. But I digress.

So, this party bus pulled up, and a group of people got out. This was clearly not their first stop of the evening. I don't think it was a bachelor party, because there were women in the mix. Although it's difficult to say nowadays - I don't wish to jump to conclusions without all the evidence. But what really struck me about the gathering was that there was a definite theme to their merriment, and that theme was plaid.

A couple of the men were wearing plaid suits. One of them (the suit, not the man) may have been seersucker, although I wasn't close enough to know for sure. And another gentleman in the group had donned a full-length plaid skirt, possibly wool. A few of the women had also chosen cross-gender attire. In all, it was quite an amusing sight to see while waiting for a bus.

My only regret is that I wasn't invited along. Of course, I wasn't dressed for the occasion, having not a stich of plaid on me at the time. I shall have to be better prepared for such eventualities in the future.