Only it isn’t gold, it’s silver. Or as they say in MeHIco… “plata”.
I’ve been in the market for a new necklace ever since the last one I had turned my neck green during drum corps. It was cheap and gross.
Now I have something lovely and souveniry!
I wasn’t going to buy anything in Mexico to bring back; I was going to make due with just good memories. But damn, if there weren’t a lot of jewelry stores there!
Plus like every gay guy I saw there had a chain on that I coveted. Because, like I said before, my old one was shit and long gone.
So I bit the bullet and bought myself jewelry. And not off some beach vendor– nah, this stuff is legit, yo!
Yaaaay! Looks like I got some sun!
This was the kind of bling I guess I’ve been looking for for awhile, only I didn’t know it. It was one of those “I want a new necklace and I don’t quite know what I want but I’ll know it when I see it” kind of things.
And then I saw it.
I love the whole bar-through-ring clasp thing– it’s just so “cazh”. I also love the smooth, round link, shorter length style. It will tuck below a collar, yet still peek out. And I really like the weight of it around my neck– not too heavy, just “present”.
Plus, it doesn’t hang too low so if one happens to find oneself in a position where one’s head is bent over something, the chain doesn’t impinge upon one’s chin or impede any motion.
Anyway, me likey and me happy.