If you recall, in late October I had a number of unpleasant run-in's with the Pō-Pō regarding my car's inspection sticker. In particular they took umbrage at its expired nature. If you'd like to refamiliarize yourself with the case that they gave me, those pieces are here and here.
Court was scheduled for 9:30am, so I woke up early to reread my blog posts (after all, what's the point of writing recaps of life events if not to remind you of exactly what happened when you've forgotten over a month later). Next, I went upstairs to craft the perfect court outfit -- I am soooo Elle Woods.
The choices I made in my dressing room this morning resonated inside me. Every other morning I throw on a t-shirt, dark jeans, and a hoodie. Maybe a vest on top. No hoodie in my ensemble today, however. Collared shirt, khakis, and a tie. It should be mentioned that when I finally made it to court, I was amused to see three other guys waiting along with me who were ALL wearing the exact same semi-formal combination (down to the blue shirts). The only difference between us was our individual tie choices, which it was clear was the product of a dearth of options all around.