Let the record show that I made it almost to the age of 40 before I owned my first suit. There was a time when I’d have gone out of my way to make sure that the streak went unbroken.
But sometimes you have to go along to get along. Friends invited us to a fancy dinner party, and the attire is formal as in I-need-a-suit. Faced with the decision, it really wasn’t very difficult, surprisingly. The Wife had fun helping me choose styles and what not.
I think this is a sign of maturity. I blame the kids.