All you have to know about me today is that, in preparation for going out tonight, I tucked my shirt into my underwear. And suddenly it’s 1975 all over again.
Later I’ll be squished into my denim beanbag chair as far as it is willing to allow, enormous headphones taking over 65% of my head, Neil Young’s “Harvest” dripping into my brain directly from the turntable six feet away, all while bathed in the sexy blue light of the bulb I proudly installed in my ceiling fixture.
But for now, I’m outta here, on my way to see a play that I cannot tell you about right now because if I do, you’ll know where to find me and quite possibly follow me there and pretend it’s not 1975 but 1865 and I am Abraham Lincoln.
Have a safe evening.