The Wearin’ O’ The Black Sheep Makes It Formal

We had tickets to last night’s production of LES MISERABLES at the Eccles Theater in Salt Lake City. Suzanne had even reserved a table for us to eat a pre-show dinner at Tin Angel. I put on my new pink-and-white striped shirt, which I think looks snazzy—even though it has no paisley. Miss Tiffany had mowed my hair earlier in the day so my coiffure was spiffy. I couldn’t decide what piece of neckwear would feel right for the show, so I did what I always do in that situation: I stood in front of one of the tie racks in the Tie Room, closed my eyes, and grabbed a random tie. Black sheep Tie o’ the Day was my blind choice and I was pleased with it. But. Suzanne has had a cold for the past few days and it was getting worse. She canceled the dinner reservations and took a nap she hoped would cure her, so we could make it to the performance. The nap did not make her feel any better. She felt too miserable to go to the theater, which meant I was not going to see LES MISERABLES while wearing my swell black sheep tie. So I call this selfie my this-is-me-not-going-out-to-see-LES-MIZ-while-wearing-my-black-sheep-Tie-o-the-Day-necktie snapshot.

FYI Our tickets did not go to waste. One of Suzanne’s nieces was able to use them.