@Sara, mind & polly -- as usual, good thoughts. Some preliminary responses:
In re: my expectations -- I actually don't have any. My assistant got very excited for some reason and I told her, this could go three ways: a baby step in A positive direction (though that, too, has multiple variations, incl Fantasy Great Divorced People); status-quo; or unmitigated disaster. After 2 decades in the Army, I plan for #3 and hope for #2.
In re: my fantasies -- the only fantasy I have is that it will be a nice day. I don't expect the music to come up and the daisies to bloom and W to fall into my arms. I'd be supremely happy if at some point she simply took my arm in the gallery. The last 72 hours have been very tense in the house, and now W and I seem to have fallen into a kind of "who can cold-shoulder the other the longest?" contest where neither one of us is willing to say the first word. So if I'm fantasizing it's that the outing will help break that ice.
In re: silence. W actually suggested (via e-mail, 'natch) that we "talk about it" on Thursday, to which my response (virtual, like hers) was "I was hoping we might not talk about it at all and just be regular people for a day."
On to the important issues. Love, relationships -- bah. Let's talk style. Ed Hardy -- I can't carry it off. I think it's cool as all hell, but whenever I try it on I'm always in full-bore costume mode.
Armani Denim? I'll have to check it out. Denim and silk? Really?
Acqua di Gio? Who carries it?
I may wander around to L'Occitane later and have a sniff, but they tend to be pretty fruity (in the literal sense) and sharp on the nose I have observed. I need more herbal-woodsy.
