formality

I am here trying to get my suit and shirt etc, for a Christmas party tomorrow night. Formalesque-dressed parties are not my usual kind of hang-outs, but it should be fun. Trying to look hot, of course, while focusing on my face being too fat for ties, and wondering whether my dry scalp will flake onto the beautiful black pinstripe material, when inspiration struck. I had forgotten Rule #6 (or 62 depending on where you hear it). "Don't take yourself so damn seriouslee!" I know it is easy on places like FB to feel the need to try to look younger, or thinner, or alive.. but that is so much ego. I am going to a party, to have fun, to have pics taken of me that will be cringe-worthy, and who cares, reallee? If I don't, then I think I am free, huh?

Get out there and live people. You probably will never be perfect in your eyes, and that's what makes you, _you_. A great philosopher once said, "Don't worry, be happy." I will be pretending that I am a dapper, Nick Charles, looking for Nora across the room. :-)

that is all. I must go do some crunches. ;-)