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...Graduation party today. When people ask what I'm going to do, I'm going to say "plastics." They probably won't even get it. That question should be declared off-limits.
Leaving immediately after the party to drive to West Virginia, where I will be staying at this apparently really upscale WASPy place called the Greenbrier resort. Weird. There's a fucking dresscode. If I want to be pretty much anywhere aside from the pool, I have to wear a jacket. So this morning I'm off in search of a linen suit. I refuse to go the chinos/blue shirt/navy jacket route.
Hmm...I imagine everyone will look like Charlotte and Trey from Sex and the City.
Leaving immediately after the party to drive to West Virginia, where I will be staying at this apparently really upscale WASPy place called the Greenbrier resort. Weird. There's a fucking dresscode. If I want to be pretty much anywhere aside from the pool, I have to wear a jacket. So this morning I'm off in search of a linen suit. I refuse to go the chinos/blue shirt/navy jacket route.
Hmm...I imagine everyone will look like Charlotte and Trey from Sex and the City.