Tonight's goal was to pick up a pair of pants that will go with the Halloween costume. Alas, a sale was encountered, and I wound up buying yet another dark grey suit. Damn it, man! At least this one was reasonably priced (so I don't care if beer gets spilt on it---or the obligatory cigarette burns that my suits attract while chillin' on the patio with the band).
I got two awesome shirts and a tie, too.
Bad Luck City is a bad influence. I've gone from zero suits that fit to three. And a jacket that I need to lose weight to wear (just a little).
I seriously have a clothes buying problem when I perceive that the checking account has money in it.
Labels: Bars, Fashion, gay stuff, whining