Went to a show the other night and everybody but me was dressed like Elliott Smith. I was dressed in my work clothes, looking more than a little like a put-upon divorced father on his night with the kids. I think I’m going to go buy a black t-shirt and one of those Fidel Castro hats to keep in storage for just such an occasion, one in which I need to dress like I’m acting out in order to blend in.
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I’m a big fan of dressing well, you know what they say: “dress to impress.” I make a point of never leaving the house with anything less than my *good* jeans. 😉