Spiffy

I wrote a post yesterday but clicked the wrong button in Ecto and it unceremoniously closed the program and I lost my post. Naughty, naughty Ecto. So let me try to reconstruct. Not that it was all that interesting. My conversation with the therapist this morning was much more interesting, but I'm trying to avoid that.

I bought a tux yesterday (i.e. Wednesday). It is, as the car dealers say, "pre-owned". I'd looked in several thrift stores for a tux, but there were none that fit. This one does, although I was upset to learn that the good fit came in a size larger than I had been expecting.

I've never owned a tux before. And I've only worn one twice - once for my wedding (I shudder to think of that one - Holy 70's Batman! A grey tux). And then last year for the chorus' Christmas concert. Just haven't moved much in the tux-wearing strata of society. But now I'm available for James-Bonding, and wedding singing. And choral galas.

I'm available for several guys at the gym too, but that is completely different. And certainly doesn't involve wearing a tux. The really, really cute guy, the Keanu Reeves look-alike, and I said hi to each other in the shower yesterday. But he's 25 years younger than me. He spends a lot of time looking, though.

Speaking of which, it's time for a little cardio. And a little sightseeing.