Coat Check It or Keep It On

As part of my introduction to this city, I've learned there's a whole coat culture out there. In the South, jackets are purely functional (the last trend I can remember more recent than Member's Only were those forest green LL Bean ones everybody just HAD to have). In LA people don't even bother with jackets, although the ladies will wear UGGs with shorts, which just breaks my poor, gay heart.

But here in New York, you have to have all kinds of jackets. Bubble jackets or Northfaces for everyday casual warmth. Trench coats for when it rains. Wool coats for, well, just to be a New Yorker. Not to mention all the different lighter jackets you have to have to match each and every outfit. I recently went to Burlington Coat Factory, but came out with nothing because I got lost in the choices. Waist, knee or ankle length? Grey, blue or black? Do brands matter? It was an ocean of options I had no idea how to navigate.

That's why it was doubly upsetting that while I was supposed to be decreasing my closet space, I actually lost a jacket. And not just any jacket, mind you. My favorite one. A brown, leather jacket from the 70s that was my Dad's when he was my age. This jacket was one of my prized possessions. But while out at a club last night, I made the fatal mistake of setting it down for no less than five minutes. When I returned...no jacket. I searched and searched, called the Lost & Found the next day and even put up an add on Craigslist. The damn thing is apparently gone for good.

Below is a photo of my beloved jacket (isn't she sexy?).

NOTICE: If you see someone wearing this jacket, you are required to immediately pummel that person to the ground, rip the jacket off of him and call me. If you do, I will love you for life. Just like my jacket.