HomeBy Sara Becker
February 13, 2012
This winter seems hell bent on breaking San Francisco’s snow spirit. I spent this last weekend in Tahoe. It was my second trip there this season. And for the second weekend it was just a shade below fifty degrees the entire time. I’m not complaining about warmish winter weather. However, the midwestern part of my brain had been fantasizing about snow so deep I could sled from one resort to another. Despite my snowy dreams, sometimes we have to make do with what we have.
And then I found the one man in Lake Tahoe that was really grabbing the weather by the horns. There we were, reclining at the outdoor bar after a few hours of hardcore sledding when a gentleman approached the bar for a drink. He stood, waiting patiently behind a crowd of drunk skiers. The man was in his bathrobe. He seemed totally unperturbed by the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt or pants. Actually, he was quite breezy about the whole thing.
Rather than asking him where his clothes were, we let the conspiracy theories begin. Was he just tanked? Had he been kicked out of his room? Was he an assassin or a never-nude desperately trying to become a nudist? Was he upset that the amazing spring fashion lines haven’t fully hit stores yet and wearing less fabric in protest? This last point I may have been able to empathize with, I have been waiting for some really incredible shoes to adopt. Maybe these Reed Krakoff heels?
The truth is, there’s a spa at Squaw, the spa supplies its relaxed well-moneyed guests with robes. Maybe there’s a point of relaxation that those spa guests hit where boring social rules cease to matter, like the rules of outerwear. There are no real rules of outerwear, besides that when you’re outside you should wear something outside of our underwear, like pants.
Besides learning that I can add robes to my “going out” side of the closet, I also learned that the way to succeed on the slopes is to wear a gold metallic puffy jacket. A few feet from Mr. Casual a dude posed with snowboard in hand, his confident shoulders supporting the weight of his shiny gold coat.
Thank you Tahoe, thank you.
Now, on to spring!
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