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I generally feel that overweight men should stick to blues and grays when it comes to suits. Any fat man in a light-colored suit runs the risk of looking like Boss Hog. And though the black suit/no tie/open white shirt look is sexy on, for example, Robin Thicke or Idris Elba, if I were to rock a black suit with no tie and an open shirt, I’d only look like an exhausted pallbearer. So I have six suits in regular rotation, three blue and three gray, in addition to the black suit I got married in (one should never wear a black suit to work, obvs).
But because I have another wedding this summer and because I really should own one (and because they’re on sale at Brooks Brothers), I’m think I’m getting a khaki-colored summer suit. Do you guys think I can pull this off?
In case you missed it, here’s yesterday’s email post with some new dad thoughts: http://bit.ly/14jdT0S.
Sign up here for the email list: http://bit.ly/ZMj997. I’ll never get back to blogging like I did in the good ol’ days, but I certainl…y think I can bang out 3000 words every six weeks or so. The last email was about a visit to the urologist and this one is about being a new dad, so the next one will probably be about picking the best retirement community.
This week’s picture of Patrick, enjoying some morning SportsCenter. Huge fan of TV, that kid.
Somewhat related: god willing, we’re sending an email post out tomorrow. You can probably guess what it’ll be about. If you haven’t signed up already, you can do so here (best to not use your work email, because, well, curse words): http://www.jasonmulgrew.com/main/mailing-list-sign-up/
Prince’s “1999” came on my iTunes this morning, and I was a reminded of a recent trip to Vegas in which my buddies and I went to see a Prince tribute band at the Hooters casino. It was AWESOME. Me and six other white dudes in button-down shirts, crushing $1.50 bottles of Buds and high-fiving each other, surrounded by portly women of color having the time of their lives. Great night.
(I was also …reminded that one of my rejected personal quotes for yearbook in my senior year of high school was, “Everybody’s gotta bomb, we could all die any day/But before I let that happen, I’ll dance my life away.” I know that we as a society are not ready to talk about bombs and such, but I feel I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention this.)
Man, I bet Massholes are gonna get really drunk tonight. Also, how about the bombing suspect getting captured?
Today’s barrage of Incredibly Racist Facebook Updates is brought to you by: a lack of education; seemingly no awareness at all of the world outside of the one mile radius around one’s home; what in other circumstances could be considered comical misunderstandings of foreign nations and/or brown people, but right now are actually devastatingly sad; and the letters D-U-M-B. Some of this ignorance is almost as scary as the idea of brown or brown-ish boogeymen on the loose.
C’mon, people. It’s 2013. We’re better than this. Let’s stop with the vitriol and hope for the safety of everyone involved.
Today, Patrick is two months old. He got his shots yesterday and is still a little grumpy and would not cooperate with his mom during this afternoon’s photo session, so I made a small collage of Patrick in happier times; namely, yesterday, on the way to the doctor’s. Because I am now the type of parent that spends 15 minutes of his workday figuring out how to combine pictures.
Anyway, here’s hoping he’s in better spirits for the three month picture. He’s still a good boy.