Last weekend I attended an office party – someone else’s office, so I didn’t know anyone. It was a themed party – dress like you did in high school. I discarded accuracy, but did show up in jeans, a stretched out Neil Young t-shirt hanging out, high tops, a baseball cap, and my hair kind of down, and well, out.
Two people asked me if it was a wig. And were skeptical when I said that it wasn’t.