Ramblings of a Non-Native Texan

Today is National Underwear Day. You probably didn’t know that! I didn’t know, either, until I saw some news reports about it. Now I feel like I should string boxers from the ceiling or put up a tree hung with bras or something.

Freshpair.com has been putting on this event for years, usually keeping it local to NYC with underwear freebies and a fashion show of hot models in their underwear. But every year, it gets a little bigger, and this year, it’s getting widespread attention beyond NYC, especially online.

This blog has a video from 2007′s National Underwear Day that’s pretty funny; check out the perky girl asking complete strangers what they wear under their clothes.

My fiance likes to tease me about how I usually call them “underpants,” not underwear. Last night, I made the mistake of calling my sleeping clothes “jammies,” and he insisted that, with terms like underpants and jammies, I talk like a four-year-old. I never thought about it before, but maybe he’s right. I’m glad he wasn’t around when I accidentally tipped my drink over and said “oops, I spilled my sodie.” He would have despaired of me then. At least I don’t say these things in a baby-talk voice… that would be weird.

But I digress.

So Happy Underwear Day, everyone! It’s a good chance to talk about lingerie or ask “boxers or briefs?” without sounding really creepy.