It was worth looking stupid(er)

In my last entry I said

"It speaks to my personality (and fate) that on a night when I am finally complying with style to a penultimate degree, I also am wearing something unforgivably hideous and stupid."

To wit:

But I need today to modify that statement.

It speaks to my personality (and fate) that on a night when I  finally meet Cherrie Ying Choi Yi, I also am wearing something unforgivably hideous and stupid. At least I ditched the bucket.

Patrick deserves an inordinate amount of gratitude for making my embarrassment possible. I meant what I said about, you know, if you need someone whacked ...