08/12/2026
Picking up where I left off:
Sh*t—what am I gonna wear?
I should probably have done this in a different order, but I find if I know what I am wearing, and really what shoes I will have on, it seems to ground me.
This has been the case for a long, long time. Why break the track record?
We all did things during COVID while sheltering in place that may have seemed odd, and they usually helped us get through that period. Mine was window shopping and buying A LOT of sequins.
No? You didn’t do this?
I think (again, thank you therapy) it was both the novelty and the idea that someday I would be outside of my home again, on a stage, so sequins now have their own clothes rack in my spare bedroom.
I have this lovely silver piette dress that I wore to the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus last year, where I was told it was “too loud” because all the lights were reflecting off it.
Ha ha.
Then there is this dress that I have been watching since COVID, and plus sizes haven’t been available.
After several visits to NYC, I purchased what is known as dead stock at Mood: a soft tulle with silver polka dots.
Duh.
So, what if these two had a baby?
I could wear the dress that looks like nickel-sized mirrors under the polka-dot tulle dress to save people’s eyes—I generally listen to gay men’s fashion commentary—while also being a little warmer in a cold ballroom.
And extra bonus, I can wear a bra so body parts are in the right hemisphere and stay there during pictures.
It took me a while, but Sarah at Mend, my local tailors, made me my dream overdress.
So the big question was almost answered.
Creepy algorithms answered the shoe question by presenting me with chrome strappy platform sandals for elderly women, as well as my trusty Birkenstock coming out with a silver tennis shoe.
I am set!
At some point, I had conversations with a few Hall of Famers who found out or figured out, guessed, or knew about my secret, which was mostly welcome to figure out how to get through the 110 days between knowing and sharing.
One of these resulted in me borrowing this fabulous pair of earrings.
As a Southern woman, it was too good to pass up the opportunity, so I went the extra mile and wore blue bike shorts under the dress for comfort and post-banquet prom dancing!
Almost forgot, I got one of those tuxedo T-shirts too for dancing so I would still be dressed up.
Something old, something new.
Something borrowed, something blue.
What could go wrong?
Oh, I almost forgot, the biggest question I got asked: “What color is your hair going to be?”
I usually defer to my stylist’s choice, but for this, I knew immediately. I wanted MAGA red hair.
Last bit of the outfit: I found a metal chrome clutch that reminds me of a flask that was big enough for my phone, lipstick, and a few other things (stay tuned for a later post).
Twenty years in business correlates pretty closely with being fired a third time and deciding to stay sober. Twenty years ago, I met Loren, found NSA, started my first business, I am… Social Justice, and committed to never drinking again.
Everything came together so that all of me would be getting this Lifetime Achievement Award from my colleagues.
Now I had to figure out how to tell the people I loved without breaking the rules. Because apparently the Hall of Fame also comes with an advanced course in keeping secrets.