My husband and I were lucky enough to go out on a really nice date recently. We went to a great French place downtown that serves some of the best food in town. It's a nice restaurant, but not overly stuffy, and we were dressed comfortably, but nicely.
Now, I am the first to admit that Knoxville is a casual town. There is maybe one restaurant where you'd be turned away for dressing too casually, but even there they might just seat you in a dark corner behind a ficus. So tell me, why did it irritate the fire out of me to see a group of guys walk in wearing the Good Southern Boy Uniform of seersucker shorts and loafers with no socks?
Actually, even worse than loafers with no socks, they were BUCKS with no socks. God, I hate this look so much. I hate it enough that my sweet husband snuck outside while they were taking a smoke break to snap this (bad) cellphone picture:
UGH. Everything about this chafes. The salmon pink shirt, his overgrown frat boy haircut, and most of all, those shoes. HATE.
This is not to mean that I hate seersucker shorts at all. In a casual backyard barbeque situation I am all for it.
Of course, these people also BROUGHT THEIR OWN CASE OF MILLER LITE AND MADE THE WAITRESS BRING IT TO THEM. Sorry for the caps, but DID YOU JUST READ THAT? This is a fine restaurant with a wonderful selection of wines and Belgian beers, and they sat there and downed Miller Lites and GOD they just made me so upset I could barely eat my pistachio creme brulee! Barely.