For one or two days out of every year I have to wear a suit to work. This is one of those days. I hate it. I can’t stand wearing suits. I feel like I’m at my own open-casket funeral. I don’t mind tuxes, in fact I quite enjoy wearing my tux. I think a man in a tux is just about irresistible. And most men look pretty darn good in a suit. I just hate wearing one. They are itchy and stuffy and blah.
I own two suits. The first one is now a museum piece, as I had a small waist when I first bought few years ago. Days gone by, my friends, days gone by. The second is a chunky dark gray suit that looks like it was taken right out of The Sopranos wardrobe. It was poorly tailored in a rush to have it ready for my grandfather’s funeral and completely unsuited (ha, unsuited!) for business use. Unless I’m conducting business in a titty bar.