Still Rolling out of Buffalo - Moments later

And why do girls get to wear sweat pants? The girl next to me last night from Chicago wore sweat pants, and pulled it off. She just looked like she wanted to be comfortable. When I wear sweat pants, I look unemployed. No, worse than that. Unemployable. Why can't I be comfortable? 

For the last three days, I've been wearing black pants, a blue-and-white stripped button-up shirt, with a plain white T underneath that. I'm fairly comfortable, but I also presentable. Train-presentable, at least. At about 16 I decided I wanted to dress respectively. I thought it would be easy. It hasn't been. I don't want to jump ahead of myself, but I believe right before I left Lewis & Clark I may have had a major breakthrough. 

See, the thing is my wardrobe is in a state of flux between boy and man. And I dress myself consistently half asleep, which means if something is in my closet, I will eventually wear it. Even if I hate it. Like this shirt I got at a Foreigner concert I worked when I was like 15. Foreigner, as you may or may not know, was a big rock band some undetermined number of years ago. They had some hits, I even still have probably five of their tracks on my iPod (And I guess it's just the woman in you that briiings out the man in meee) but I don't like them(I know I can't help myself, sooomething something something). Or rather, I don't like that I still kind of sort of (and if feeeels like the fiiirst time) like them (it feeels like the very first time). Sometimes. But I don't intend to advertise to the world that I like them through my apparel. If I told people everything about me through what I wear, nobody would read my micro-blog. I'm not one of those ironic T-shirt guys either, and even if I was this particular shirt is long sleeved, and I don't like long sleeve Ts, and even if I did this Foreigner one is a little big. So right there, four reasons why I don't like this shirt. But as long as I own it, I'll wear it.

Can you guess what I did? It rhymes with Lie ruminated fit moo hilarity. 

I donated it to charity! 

Listen close. Do you hear that? It's the ecstatic cheer of a poor, fashionless, proud Foreigner-loving man who just found a new favorite shirt. God it feels good to give. 

By the way, those song lyrics in parentheses represent "Feels like the First Time" coming back to me as I thought about Foreigner. That song is everything I love and hate about the band. Want a good laugh? I just now realized the song is about sex. Don't ask me what I thought it was about. I didn't think that hard in middle school.