Of Weekends and Underwear


This weekend’s attempt at an Anniversary Photo Safari Trip didn’t really work out like we’d hoped.

1) We were a bit later in leaving that we’d hoped to be.
2) We needed 3 things a)a 72mm multi-coated professional UV filter, b)a pair of AA batteries specifically for Digital Cameras, and c)air for the tires of my car.
3) We manged to get exactly none of these things before we finally gave up and left.

Yeah. It was a bit…sucktastic. We finally got the air taken care of on the 3rd? 4th? attempt over in San Rafael after dinner at the only place we could find/reach. That would be IHOP. Which if fine for me, but Koshvader is not that fond of the place. On the bright side we made it out to Point Reyes on the first day, which was nice. On the downside was the frustration, general grumpiness, and lack-of-food induced growlies. It kind of overshadowed the whole proceedings. That and the sudden explosion of humanity on many of the places we’d been thinking about photographing. We will attempt [tag]Anniversary[/tag] celebration number two on our actual anniversary by going out for a nice dinner. Here’s hoping that we end up in a more romantic room at La Fondue this time.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Enough about the Anniversary weekend of frustration. What I really want to talk about is underwear. More specifically, Back-of-the-Drawer [tag]Underwear[/tag]. You know what I mean. Those pairs of underwear that you keep for emergencies. When all your other underwear is in the dirty clothes pile, these are the undergarments you resort to.

This is not a female-specific thing, either. One of the advantages of being married is that I have discovered that men do the same thing. Their underwear may not literally be located in the back of the drawer, but they are the not-quite-comfortable ones or novelty items that we have.

My question is…why do we keep these? Why don’t we buy more underwear or do laundry more often? I suppose that we like to be prepared. To have those pairs of underwear of last resort. Just in case. Just make sure that you are not wearing a white novelty thong with the word “bride” on it when you get in a car wreck. Your mother probably cautioned you to wear clean underwear just in case you found yourself in that situation. I’ll bet she didn’t mean clean novelty bride thongs.

Do you have an order in which you wear your undies of last resort? I have a whole gradient system. In the front of the drawer live my newest, best-fitting knickers. In the middle of the drawer are the okay-but-not-quite-as-good undies. In the back of the drawer lurk the undies-I-would-rather-avoid. Of those, there is also an order indicating the level of laundry emergency. The granny undies come before the one pair with the little hole in the side, and so forth. And I do own that bride thong. I should never wear a thong. My behind isn’t designed to look good in those things.

What insane pairs of undies lurk in your drawer?

4 Responses to “Of Weekends and Underwear”

  1. Emma Says:

    Oh, I wish I had some crazy underpants to report, but I don’t…

    However, I definitely do have the second and third string underwear system. My less comfortable ones are the ones with higher waists. I don’t like that.

    You ask a great question: Why don’t we just buy more comfortable underwear or do laundry more often?

    I think the answer is this: Our amount of comfortable underwear determines how long we will put off doing the laundry. If we had more of it, we’d still put off doing the laundry until Underwear Emergency Time.

    That’s just the nature of doing laundry: It’s evil and must be avoided as long as possible.

  2. Emma Says:

    P.S. I like this mysterious photo.

  3. The Sister Says:

    LOL. I do exactly the same thing! And agree with Emma. Once I have reached the back of my drawer/the undesirable undies…I determine I MUST do laundry. Funny stuff.

  4. angel Says:

    Emma, I have the same opinion of higher waist undies. I like bikini (not string) panties myself. It seems that we share the same opinion of laundry as well. Bleh. Too bad it’s my department. I’m glad you like the photo. It’s from North Beach at Point Reyes.

    Sister Mine, perhaps it’s a universal thing. I dunno. When I discovered the other day that I had a thong that I designated the absolute last resort (after the bride thong) I actually got rid of it. The bride thong should be the last resort.

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