[[[AUTHOR UPDATE]]] As my esteemed poker blogging colleague BG has acutely noted in the comments, he, indeed, has posted prior to my humble post a screed regarding the quest for the holy grail of underwear - the perfect fit. My intention was not to usurp this fine writer's intellectual property regarding all things underwear, merely to document a rare moment of joy in a my little corner of the blogiverse. That it happened to be "100% cotton, comfort-fit, barely there perfection" related, is purely coincidence. I empathize entirely with the pain and disappointment I know one can feel when, hoping against hope, one thinks "this could be it, this is the perfect pair" only to find oneself squirming in one's chair in an attempt to extricate the fabric from a certain crevasse. My heart goes out to my friend, dare I call you that? - Let not my victory instill bitterness - I have faith you will one day stumble onto perfection as I did - you must not give up hope. I'm here to help. You need only to ask.[[[[END AUTHOR UPDATE]]]
In preparation of the Vegas trip I have engaged in an activity which I abhor. I have been shopping. Sorta.
Like most of my wardrobe, underwear is an item which remains unimaginative and practical - 100% cotton and comfort are tantamount to any consideration of color, syle or sex appeal. Just so there's no mistaking this, I wouldn't be caught dead in that scourge of intimates known as the "thong." Ewww.
At any rate, I was at the store, browsing the underwear aisle for the "usual" when Vegas crossed my mind and suddenly the "usual" just didn't seem appropriate. Now - given that the only person, besides myself, who might even get a glimpse of my unmentionables is the maid who cleans my room - this notion was dancing on the edge of ludicrous.
None-the-less, as my eyes roamed further along the aisle, scanning the bikini-cuts, hi-cuts, hip-huggers, not-meant-to-be-worn-for-more-than-a-minute red lacey stringy thingies, I then spied some packages of a brand I hadn't considered before. They seemed to be a nice compromise between the "usual" and something which could add a tiny bit of flair to my under-life. And something other than white. There was blue...and gray... and slate. I could even get pink, but like the thong above - pink - dead - not caught wearing. And they were cotton. A must.
So. I threw caution to the wind and bought two packages. And... stand up and shout, I think I've found the perfect underwear. Barely know I'm even wearing 'em. No creepy, crawley up the... well, you know. Almost like going commando...
Sometimes it's the little things which can bring us the most joy.
So, I've just given you more information about me than you probably care to know. In December, I did the "Maudie Quiz." For this trip, in the spirit of Pauly and others, I'm working on a "things to know about me" list. But, like Pauly, I'm not doing the list myself. Here's your chance to show me just how closely you've been paying attention. Readers - and especially those of you I've actually met - e-mail me (maudie.b at gmail dc) a couple of "Things I Know About Maudie" and I'll add them to the list to be posted prior to wheels up for Vegas.
Y'all have a safe weekend, y'hear?
