So, one of my oldest friends is coming to town. We will sup together the two nights he’s here. We’ll try to see if we can get dim sum at night on Sunday, and French on Monday, if the restaurant is open.
Here is the dilemma: He’s not just an old friend, he’s home tribe - from the very last gasp of the Edwardian. He’s recently returned from the mental hinterlands we call Bofu Botswana and is again the owner of a Volvo station wagon. Of course I approve, but the man wants to wear a suit to dinner. In San Francisco!
For goodness sakes! We will be served by people in jeans who will talk so much we can’t talk to each other. People who will practically sit down at table with us. We’ll be lucky to get coffee spoons. This is NOT Edwardian. This is a clash of civilisations.
I am begrudgingly allowing him to wear a suit with no tie. But now I have to decide what to wear. What I want to wear is either leggings and my satin-thread damask mini skirt or a ruffled plaid skirt and OTK boots. Understated kooky appropriate to the environment.
On the other hand, this will make him sad. And this is without question a rare moment to relive past glory with someone who knows the complete procession of dinner and all the forks, even tho we won’t get them.
I, of course, have no proper dinner wear anymore. Should I try to fake it somehow? Try to spruce up an old office dress with pearls? Just truck out the old Marc Jacobs farm dress in black silk? A touch of kooky, designer, and probably a decent, not-over-done complement? I’m not keen on heels, think that’s overkill, but if I wore Prada pumps, I think I could go more casual with the rest of the outfit.
Thoughts on ridiculous problems no one else has? Oh, and of course I will be so cold in SF! I don’t want to fight traffic to get into the city. I don’t want to hike a mile in pumps taking BART. Why doesn’t he want to eat tacos out of a paper bag in Oakland like a savage? Why!
Ok. No one tell him I said this...