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First, I would like to thank (The Overlord Etc Etc) Tomala for this opportunity to share some of the wisdom that my 51 years on this planet with the many minions that follow this Blog of great knowledge, however I won’t since it was Bongmaster that gave me this opportunity.
I have wondered what I might share on this first opportunity (that’s the third time I used that word, by the way), but I just now thought it would be nice to share with the rest of the class just why I like Orange. I’ve always liked oranges, the juicy and ever so fresh citrus fruit, despite its tendencies to hang around with those sour characters limes and lemons.
But I digress. I have not always such a distinguished and respectable gentleman nearing his middle age years. No, believe it or not I used to be an annoying, sometimes hyperactive child. I grew up the youngest of six children to a loving family that lacked very little … namely money. Yes, we were poor. We were soooo poooor … wait, I think I’ll save this topic for another blog entry … that is if this blog still has any followers/viewers after this first post.
Well, being a wealth challenged family, we had very few family vacations that were more than a trip to Safeway, or lunch at Grandma’s house. Well, in 1966, we left the house one evening as The Rockettes were performing on the Jackie Gleason Show, and headed for the wilderness known as The Great Northwest.
Now boys and girls, have any of you ever been to The Great Northwest? I thought so. Despite the sheer distance from California, they actually seemed to be nice states. For the geographically challenged among us, I’m referring to Oregon and Washington State. My dad took the youngest three of us by car on a trip to Washington to visit my uncle and his family. Well, to make a long story even longer, let me move to the point of this blog.
Colors are very important to us. Whether we try to change our appearance with hair color (not using it yet, thank you), make up, tattoos, wear bright golf clothes like or whatever, we like things colorful. As young children, we usually settle on favorites. You know, food, sports teams, supermodels and of course colors.
Well, I guess I can admit it now, as it’s been 43 years. My favorite color was GREEN. Yes, very pretty, the color of my eyes. The color of a freshly cut lawn. Very good choice. Well, during this trip, we made it to my uncle’s house. So my brother 1.5 years older than me and my cousin a year younger than me hung around for the rest of the visit. We went camping somewhere nearby, and while we were just chatting (I don’t think any TWEETING was involved), my brother asked my cousin, “What is your favorite color”. He said, “Green”. Then I said, “Shoot, now I’m going to have to change my favorite color.” I picked orange on the spot.
Really, that’s the way it went down.
Oh, and for the record, I thought Butchart’s Gardens were fabulous. Really. I’d like to go back someday.
I’m sorry, this Blog post was supposed to tie in to Tomala’s fashion topic, so here is an example of my use of orange in proper party wear:
This picture was made by by friend Stellaflora from the Institution Neighborhood and included my and Kestryll at the Age and Country Hotel Christmas Party in December 2004.
Seems that the blue and orange tuxedos seem a little familiar, aren’t they?
As you can see, I’ve made my point. Orange can taste good, but is also very stylish.
