Dressing up is fun!

I don't think a lot of people appreciate how much effort it takes being a dude. We're constantly confronted by images in the media of what we should look like and how we should dress, but we're still expected to get ready in about 30 seconds and look effortlessly awesome.

And although I am effortlessly awesome most of the time, planning is required for special occasions: advance planning.

And this is why I'm sitting here wondering what I'll be wearing tomorrow. Because tomorrow I'm going to a big splashy Christmas party in town, so I want to look my best. But because I won't be able to get home to get ready post-work, I need to go to work looking studly. Tragically, that also means I won't be able to take a dry-ice machine and some giant fans in order to make a dramatic slow-motion entrance. Damn!

So this morning I emailed Marcosy to discuss my fashion dilemma. We're both clothes whores, y'see, so I appreciate his advice, even if I do usually ignore it. Unfortunately, he basically told me to stop being a girl (the bitch). I think my suggestion that I was going to get home and try on lots of different clothes like a montage scene from a crappy rom-com where some heinous-looking girl gets ready for the prom and miraculously turns into Jessica Alba while twirling in front of the mirror pushed him over the edge. 

And so, on my own I'm whittling my choices down to the sexy black shirt I wore on my birthday, or the sexy gingham shirt I bought the other day. I'm thinking I'll be going for the black one, mainly because it'll give me an air of seductive mystery, but also because it's REALLY BLOODY COLD at the moment, and it'll go well with my sexy grey jumper with the deep v-neck; I think gingham and grey might be a tad over-powering together.

Either way, I might just have to take Marcosy's advice and wear some kind of plastic bib; I expect to encounter a lot of drunken people, and while I may faff about what to wear, I do know that vomit is an absolute no-no this season.