It’s been a beautiful November; no snow, fine weather, and plenty of facial hair. Just before Thanksgiving break, I ran into a slew of friends sitting outside, well, outside Friends*. Beautiful day, and everyone was wearing jeans. A dozen of us all in denim. We noticed this, we looked around, nearly everyone else was wearing jeans, too. It was a jeans day. We sat there for about ten minutes shooting the shit, and watched hordes of students walking around. There was an occasional khaki and sweatpants, but for the most part – jeans. They prevail, the ultimate pant.
Which got me to thinking… Some things just win. If there’s a category for it, there’s a winner for it. For pants, jeans. For drinks, beer. Burgers, Whoppers. There are things that go without saying, and jeans are one of them. If you’re putting pants on, you’re putting jeans on – they’re essentially interchangeable.
all jeaned up
And this beautiful November day last week brought me to that realization. Sunny, clear, crisp and cool; perfect jeans weather.
* Just a thing about Friends – I know a lot of the buildings around campus are named after benefactors. Park named after Roy H. Park, Williams after Williams and Hill after some Coach Hill. But was there a “John Friends” or is it supposed to be the “everyman” type of building?
Perhaps this is a story for another post.
