Friday, August 18, 2006
the funk of amsterdam doesn't wash out
dude, let's talk about these jeans i am wearing. i LOVE these jeans--they're dark blue, low rise, fitted through the leg, and flared out a little at the bottom. they have just enough lycra in them to make them lay smoothly on my rather substantial ass. they are in a word, the perfect jeans. so perfect that i am still wearing them in spite of this weird, very slight funk they have acquired. ever since that night in amsterdam when i drank way too many martinis (damned bartender!), smoked a whole bunch of clove cigarettes, got rained upon, and spent most of the night napping on the cool tile bathroom floor, these jeans have developed a very faint, but persistent aroma that is, in a word, unpleasant. (must i pay for those martinis forever??!) they have been washed and washed and washed, and they have spent some major quality time in the dryer with some lavender dryer sheets, and still--the funk is with us. what do i do? how do i save them??? help, people!