Friday was “Cool Shirt Day” at work. I tried to inquire what the parameters of “cool” were… were we trying for wacky? Seriously fashionable? Ironic? Pop culture references? But it didn’t matter too much, I knew exactly which shirt to wear immediately.
The shirt in these photos was given to me by my dear friend and spiritual advisor, Ashley C. MacDonald, as a birthday present. She was living in Korea at the time, and I had just moved to Los Angeles. The shirt speaks for itself.
By wearing this shirt to work, I broke a personal tradition. I only wear this special orange tee but once a year, at our annual pre-Thanksgiving softball game (That’s me in far left field in the photo, an accurate portrayal.) However, last November we all had team t-shirts made (as seen in “David and Goliath’s” team photo), so I didn’t get to wear my Korean Los Angeles Captain America shirt. I figure I had a free pass.
Since I freelance, I never get to take part in the normal office-community events that most full-time workers do. I also usually refuse to wear silly things to work out of some grade-school-hold-over fear that I’ll be the only one who took it seriously and actually WORE the silly thing. I take myself really seriously… Friday, I happened to be working at my favorite office, with people I truly like, so I decided to join in the fun.
I didn’t win the vote of Coolest Shirt, and thus did not take home the prize of fancy beer and a Circus Liquor t-shirt (amazing NoHo landmark, featured above). The person who did win, who I voted against myself for, wore a shirt that, in lieu of a photo, can only be described as if Burning Man, a disco ball, and Orange County had a shirt baby. Kudos, Bob!
