is jeans and black death metal band t-shirts.
This is me (on the right) 2 weeks ago air-guitaring at a Voivod show. (That shirt is from the band Immortal Bird who I'm excited to see in a couple weeks here. I'll probably wear the Voivod shirt I got here to the Immortal Bird show)
You can't really tell as my hair is pulled back but it's pretty long. (not counting the missing patch on top).
Sometimes I wear a kilt in public and I also watch cartoons and I embarrass my granddaughters constantly just because it's funny.
If you pull up next to me at an intersection chances are pretty good you'd hear Napalm Death or Led Zeppelin blaring from my stereo.
I have recently discovered the joy of the flip-flop. It took me a long time to warm up to something between my toes but now I kinda love it. I'm not above wearing cargo shorts and flip flops into a sit-down restaurant. But I'll still have on a metal band shirt.
We went to a really fancy steak house for an anniversary dinner a few years back - they require reservations and request coats and ties for the gentlemen. That was fine with me as I do occasionally like to dress up and feel fancy (and my suit looks great with my burnt caramel Lucchese Ostrich skin cowboy boots). So we get there and find out we are right in the middle of Tampa, Florida's Gasparilla festival. Here we are, all dressed up in line waiting for our table among pirates and wenches (not a value judgement - that was their word). I was chatting with the host and asked him if it was a PITA to enforce the restaurant's dress code and he said they don't even try any more. "It's Florida. Whatcha gonna do?" I took that as permission to wear whatever I want wherever I want to.
And I probably won't act my age until my age has me bedridden. I might try to behave during the sponge-bath. Might. I've admired MiddleFingerMom for along time so it might not be easy.
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