Conspiracies...

I went clothes shopping today. What more is there to say? Nothing. Debate season is approaching, so it seemed a reasonable proposition to buy a new shirt for it. My current debate clothes are nice, but not exactly well fitting or tailored at all, so although they work, there are much nicer things that I could have. My mom demanded that I get properly fitting pair of pants, so I acquiesed and let her buy me both pants and a shirt. So we stopped by Nordstrom before I made my biweekly visit to the central library, and I got a really nice pair of pants. You never realize how nice pants can get until you shop at that store specifically for them. They have more types of pants that are so virtually indistinguishable from one another than I would have imagined could possibly support such company. Apparently there are many subtilties to mens pants. Anyway, this pair was excellent--I think--and they modify them for free, so it was somewhat of a bargain. After that, I began the long saga of acquiring a shirt. I soon came to the conclusion that there are no shirts on this planet which properly fit me. After all, if there aren't any fitting shirts in the acre of Nordstrom that is devoted to such, then it's inconceivable that there should be any anywhere. There was one shirt in the store that had my proper neck size, but it was far too broad. I finally had to settle on a shirt with a workable neck size, but it was still to broad in the torso and armpit: rather humorous indeed, considering the time that was spent looking for the proper size. One plus: I already have a tie that will work with this new shirt, so I don't have to sell my organs on the black market to get the money for buying one of those infernal strips of silk. The tie market is in serious need of a recorrection with reality... I'll just have to have Erin buy some of the cheap ones for me in Boston.