What Jack Wore: The Deb Ball

Oh, the Deb Ball. A time for girls to parade around in white dresses and gloves on a day that isn’t their wedding. They have to curtsy and waltz, and their escorts do most of the same, except they have to wear a super formal tux. We’re talking coat, tails, gloves, the whole shebang. The only part missing is the top hat. I’m actually surprised they don’t have to wear that. I guess it’s just a little old-fashioned, just like the Deb Ball. Not that I’m against presenting you daughter to the world as eligible to marry, but this isn’t the 1900’s, girls don’t really need to be presented in order to find a husband. Though, at my 18th birthday, my lovely sister announced that I was eligible to marry, and where there any takers? So I guess, in a way, I was presented. Any takers?

What Jack Wore: Graduation

Paul Smith Suit
Graduation is arguably one of the most important times of a young persons (read; teenagers) life. That, along with Prom, getting a driver’s license, the 18th birthday that turns a child into an adult, albeit an immature one, getting into College, or not, and, well, that’s pretty much all I can think of. Well, first boyfriend, first drink, and first bad drink experience also make their ways into memories, though some of those experiences are not ones I care to relive.
But back to Graduation and the amazing-ness of it all. The feeling of graduating high school is so liberating. While you feel accomplished and excited and all that, the most important thing everyone in those caps is thinking is “Yes! The days of my parent’s rules are over! I get to do whatever I want! College, here I come!” Though about six months into College, you realize you would trade your college-drinking-and-no-curfew-freedom for your mom to do your laundry and cook your food. Cereal and dirty underwear isn’t cutting it anymore. But graduation is, nevertheless, an important and exciting day. I was so glad to be able to watch my brother as he got his diploma, along with every other blue-robed kid in his class. Though he is giving me a run-for-my-fashion-money, especially in his pink Paul Smith suit and whale cufflinks.

One with the proverbial blue robe, of course.