So, I got up this morning and I did something I haven't done much of the last five years, namely, put on a nice pair of pants and a nice shirt.
|Hey - this guy is wearing my shirt!|
We were at State Street Bank this morning and Bobbe White commented on the fact I was "all dressed up." It took a moment for it to sink in, before I realized I wasn't wearing white socks.
It's kind of cool, actually. Looking good is feeling good. GQ ain't calling soon, or ever, but I still tuck my shirt in and try to make a good impression - as long as it's just once in a while.