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We here at Summit Up hope you all had a safe and joyful New Year’s
celebration. Bryan Burt shares his festive sights with us from Keystone’s fireworks on New Years’ Eve.
Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column making a New Year’s resolution to not make a New Year’s resolution.
That’s right, you heard us. Despite what you may have read in previous Summit Up columns, we’re doing away with the time-honored tradition of making resolutions for the upcoming year.
We have a number of reasons for eschewing this opportunity to self-evaluate, among them:
1) It’s passé. The last thing we want is to look stodgy when looking forward, right? We’re officially calling an end to this fad.
2) We’re tired of making resolutions we’ll never realistically keep. We happen to like smoking, overeating, underexercising and not paying enough attention to our significant other.
3) As far as we can tell, we’re pretty much perfect. There’s no sense inventing shortcomings. We’re a well-oiled machine humming along like a German-engineered V8 engine. If it ain’t broke ...
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Since it’s casual Friday here at the Corporate Suites, let’s shift gears and talk about everyone’s favorite cozy attire — sweatpants.
Sweatpants: They’re not just for kindergarten anymore.
Sweatpants: The other white-trash outfit.
Sweatpants: When greasy Carhartts just won’t do.
A nice, relatively clean pair of purple or green sweatpants says to the world: “I don’t care what you think. I’m my own person. I value comfort before fashion. And, no, I don’t like doing laundry.”
The great thing about sweatpants is that they go so well with our favorite winter footwear — Sorels. Pull on a pair of sweatpants and slide those lovely Sorels over them (carefully stuffing the sweatpants into the boots), and, voila, you’re not just looking good, you’re looking Summit County good.
Sweatpants are so versatile, too. How many other articles of clothing work as outerwear and underwear? Too lazy to put longjohns on underneath ski pants? Wear sweatpants, and, baby, you got yourself a warm baselayer that works equally as well as pants for aprés-ski drinks.
For once, we’d like to see someone important doing something of great importance in a pair of sweats. Sure, we’ve all seen Bill Clinton jogging in sweatpants, and who can forget the paparazzi shots of those mutant-looking Olsen twins browsing Santa Monica boutiques in sweatpants? But, when will sweatpants receive their just due, displayed on the international stage?
Here’s a thought: Jan. 20, Washington, D.C. President Barack Obama strolls to the podium to take his oath of office in ... bright orange sweatpants.
Obama is, afterall, the calmest, coolest politician this side of the Black Sea. He could pull off a pair of sweats like nobody else.
Economic crisis? Two unwinnable wars? Education system in shambles? Decrepit national infrastructure? He’s got it all under control and is doing it in comfort.
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We out on this fine Friday, smoking Lucky Strikes and eating a bacon-wrapped fried-banana sandwich in sweatpants. Send us an e-mail to summitup@summitdaily.com with all the resolutions you won’t be observing this new year.
That’s right, you heard us. Despite what you may have read in previous Summit Up columns, we’re doing away with the time-honored tradition of making resolutions for the upcoming year.
We have a number of reasons for eschewing this opportunity to self-evaluate, among them:
1) It’s passé. The last thing we want is to look stodgy when looking forward, right? We’re officially calling an end to this fad.
2) We’re tired of making resolutions we’ll never realistically keep. We happen to like smoking, overeating, underexercising and not paying enough attention to our significant other.
3) As far as we can tell, we’re pretty much perfect. There’s no sense inventing shortcomings. We’re a well-oiled machine humming along like a German-engineered V8 engine. If it ain’t broke ...
***
Since it’s casual Friday here at the Corporate Suites, let’s shift gears and talk about everyone’s favorite cozy attire — sweatpants.
Sweatpants: They’re not just for kindergarten anymore.
Sweatpants: The other white-trash outfit.
Sweatpants: When greasy Carhartts just won’t do.
A nice, relatively clean pair of purple or green sweatpants says to the world: “I don’t care what you think. I’m my own person. I value comfort before fashion. And, no, I don’t like doing laundry.”
The great thing about sweatpants is that they go so well with our favorite winter footwear — Sorels. Pull on a pair of sweatpants and slide those lovely Sorels over them (carefully stuffing the sweatpants into the boots), and, voila, you’re not just looking good, you’re looking Summit County good.
Sweatpants are so versatile, too. How many other articles of clothing work as outerwear and underwear? Too lazy to put longjohns on underneath ski pants? Wear sweatpants, and, baby, you got yourself a warm baselayer that works equally as well as pants for aprés-ski drinks.
For once, we’d like to see someone important doing something of great importance in a pair of sweats. Sure, we’ve all seen Bill Clinton jogging in sweatpants, and who can forget the paparazzi shots of those mutant-looking Olsen twins browsing Santa Monica boutiques in sweatpants? But, when will sweatpants receive their just due, displayed on the international stage?
Here’s a thought: Jan. 20, Washington, D.C. President Barack Obama strolls to the podium to take his oath of office in ... bright orange sweatpants.
Obama is, afterall, the calmest, coolest politician this side of the Black Sea. He could pull off a pair of sweats like nobody else.
Economic crisis? Two unwinnable wars? Education system in shambles? Decrepit national infrastructure? He’s got it all under control and is doing it in comfort.
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We out on this fine Friday, smoking Lucky Strikes and eating a bacon-wrapped fried-banana sandwich in sweatpants. Send us an e-mail to summitup@summitdaily.com with all the resolutions you won’t be observing this new year.
