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[go ahead click on the question mark, blogger in its infinite annoyance -- or perhaps the mess known as Apple -- refuses to publish photos for me]

I actually own a tuxedo. Bespoked, not for me, but a former boss of mine for his wedding in the mid-'80s. The grand opening of Casino Rama (for which I did the media relations work -- while working for the PR firm co-owned by the giver of the formal attire) was a black tie affair. Discussing rental tuxes, my then boss suggested I was about the size of his wedding day self. Turns out I was. The tailor who lengthened the pants said the rest of the suit was as if built for me. When the casino event was over, the former boss said I might as well keep it. It still has his name and the date of creation on a label in the pants.

For the life of me I couldn't find my shirt studs, but managed with a button strip instead. From seeing the rest of the penguins in attendance last night, the habit is to now leave the cummerbund behind, but I wore mine. Sadly, I do not know how to tie a bow tie, so it's a clip on :( Such a knot is on my list of "to dos" before death.

I was invited by a dean at work to join their table at an industry gala -- and gala it was.

Oh, and I ate a huge slab of bloody beef. Pythagoras will be visiting me in my sleep railing about blood of my labour on my lips! I was starving and damn it was good :) Sorry, Bambi.

He Who is Here Now took about 400 photos of me in the tux (he being a MAJOR suit homo) but this is the only one that turned out -- apparently his hands were shaking :)