Fashion
OK, I'm ready for my Businessboy Fashion Show. Got to get this thing done so I can enjoy my evening.
Loading Dark Pants Number 1 . . . Interfacing with big blue shirt and belt. Sheesh. Apparently I'm a little bigger in the middle. Let's see: move around a bit. Go look in the mirror. Not bad. A bit of a kid playing grownup, but passable. Testing out charcoal blazer. Um, somehow not with these pants.
Testing Brown Shirt Number 1, a fairly ugly thing by Calvin Klein. OK. Jumping around. Pretending like I'm doing business, business, business. Reaching here, reaching there. Moving papers. Not bad. Let's try a tie just for kicks. Feels like something to wear under a graduation gown, but serviceable.
Let's switch to Dark Pants Number 2. (But first: I just remembered that I have a scale. Let's see how gravity's pulling these days. Ha! I can blame the pants! I'm still floating between 140 and 145. I can live a good two weeks into Armageddon with that mild amount of stored food.) OK, with these nice pants we'll try our funky shirt with a bit of peach in it. Um . . . this is definitely a last-day, going-back-to-California ensemble.
Now for the Grand Finale: a faithful old Ben Sherman shirt followed rapidly by Brown Shirt Number 2. . . . And we're good.
With a little help from a hotel iron, I'm ready to go. Go Businessboy, Go!
Loading Dark Pants Number 1 . . . Interfacing with big blue shirt and belt. Sheesh. Apparently I'm a little bigger in the middle. Let's see: move around a bit. Go look in the mirror. Not bad. A bit of a kid playing grownup, but passable. Testing out charcoal blazer. Um, somehow not with these pants.
Testing Brown Shirt Number 1, a fairly ugly thing by Calvin Klein. OK. Jumping around. Pretending like I'm doing business, business, business. Reaching here, reaching there. Moving papers. Not bad. Let's try a tie just for kicks. Feels like something to wear under a graduation gown, but serviceable.
Let's switch to Dark Pants Number 2. (But first: I just remembered that I have a scale. Let's see how gravity's pulling these days. Ha! I can blame the pants! I'm still floating between 140 and 145. I can live a good two weeks into Armageddon with that mild amount of stored food.) OK, with these nice pants we'll try our funky shirt with a bit of peach in it. Um . . . this is definitely a last-day, going-back-to-California ensemble.
Now for the Grand Finale: a faithful old Ben Sherman shirt followed rapidly by Brown Shirt Number 2. . . . And we're good.
With a little help from a hotel iron, I'm ready to go. Go Businessboy, Go!
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