Can’t spell ‘O Christmas Tree’ without T-I-E…

It feels easy to stick to the Christmas carol lyric theme in my quest to annoy the world with my tie puns, as ‘Christmas’ contains 66.666667% of the letters used to spell ‘tie’. But, ’tis the season, right? And this was a perfect time to work Ernst Anschütz‘s 19th century (thanks, Wikipedia, I don’t know what I’d do without you) ditty into my blog.

I have always maintained a healthy respect for December 9th. For some reason, its being the last single-digit day in December (yes, every year it is!) meant something. I once broke up with a girlfriend on December 9th, and declared that it was far enough away from Christmas that we didn’t still need to exchange gifts. Unfortunately I declared this only to myself and was left scrambling to a nearby shop when she, a couple of weeks later, declared she was on her way over to deliver my gift. In the sitcom version of my life story, the gift will be 5 Beef Jerkies (with one half-eaten) and a Cosmopolitan from the local convenience store. ‘Tis the thought that counts.

Anyway, Julia and I were able to finalize the tree selection process on the 9th, trading ‘Faux Tannenbaum’ for a lovely Scotch pine just in time to beat the 9th deadline. Now, instead of finding storage space for a phony, I just need to find it for my brand new tree stand. Pictures to come after we decorate this evening…

My Tie du Jour was gifted to me from friend and Chamber member Joe Smith. This is mayhaps the 4th or 5th tie of his that I’ve worn; he presented me with a bag of 7 or 8 ties one day, declaring that he just didn’t wear them much anymore. A true gift that keeps on giving, especially to a guy that wears a different tie every day. So, Tie No. 181 (maybe even 182, wow) is from Bill Blass, their Black Label line. It reminds me of fish or raindrops. And thus ends the symbolic portion of 100D100T.

Chip, version Dec9.0

My main man Chip comes through with his next holiday tie. Before his contributions are over, I need to find a picture that I have with Chip from the summer of (maybe) 1988. He and I were Scarabs, the protective detail of the Queen of Cotton Carnival. His sister Kim was the Queen, and by protective detail I mean we wore tails to 35 parties in 10 days and, um, imbibed our, um, derrieres off.

Thanks for reading…Brooke

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