Some Dude on the Internet

For her last night in town, my mom got tickets for the two of us to see Wicked at the Orpheum in SF.

I had never before had an opportunity to dress up as a guy. The best I had come was the sort of in-between zone of khakis and a collared shirt. Androgynous, at best, even in men's clothing.

So I wanted to get some real clothes to dress up in.

And I am SO glad I had my mom there to help me because when I first got to the store, I looked around and watched as a familiar anxiety rolled up over me. If mom hadn't been there I probably would have given up within five minutes.

Instead, I came out with a pale striped button down, black dickies, and a nice tie.

And I looked awesome in it.