According to TZ, tomorrow is a bow-tie day. The first bow-tie-fez-doctor-who dress up day was to celebrate her birthday? Or something to that effect? Not quite sure. This one, I suspect, is merely a diabolical plot for her to force more dapper clothes on me. And what is my response to this, you ask? (if you aren’t curious, I don’t care this is my monologue; get out) Whatever my outward behavior may express, I have a secret love for wearing nice clothes. In fact, if I had a tailored suit of my own (or at least one that fit me better than my dad’s old ones) I would probably wear it every day to any casual dressing event. So there you go, secret love no longer secret. She has succeeded. Rant over.