A boy becomes a man

I own a suit now.  A real, honest-to-god I went out and purchased it from a real store and it’s being tailored and I pick it up tomorrow after it’s been tailored suit.

I don’t know what it says about me and who I am these days that I’m kind of excited to own a real suit.  But I own a real suit.  Charcoal, to be precise - useful for all occasions.  It was inexpensive as far as suits go - I really just needed to get a suit.  But I’m pretty happy with the idea.  And I think I will get a real (expensive) suit here in the near-ish future, depending on what happens in the next week or so re: job.

But a suit - and it’s mine.  In my hands tomorrow.  I’ll probably wear it ironically around the house all the time.  You know, house shorts and suit jacket and nothing else.  Drinking beer from the can.  Like a true pimp.