...that awkward moment when I own the same polo that he's wearing... maybe I should dress up as him instead.
Believe it or not, it took me some time to decide my costume. I wanted to be someone from a TV show, because it's recognizable enough but also representative of my personality. My thoughts strayed to some more recognizable people initially, but a bright orange Hazmat suit and crystal meth are kind of hard to find on such short notice. So I decided on Archer.
It's actually a logical choice. He's a spy, and I grew up watching James Bond marathons with my dad on Christmas. He's well-dressed, kind of an asshole. He lives in a penthouse and shits on the Help. Also, a black turtleneck, black dress-pants and black boots are easy to come by on short notice.
But there are a lot of dilemmas to this costume choice as well. Namely, that it consists of a black turtleneck, black dress-pants and black boots. And that FX is one of the least watched channels on television (albeit one of the funniest). And that Archer is one of the least watched shows on FX. And that I wore a black sweater today, so I predict that a good 10% of the people I talk to tomorrow will say "didn't you wear that exact same thing yesterday?" and another 20% will be thinking it. There will be a few who think I'm a ninja, and maybe someone who gets that I'm a spy, and then there will be some people who are so oblivious that they'll think it's what I wear every day. Oh yeah, and since it's all black, maybe I've got some class spirit going.
But for those of you who actually read this blog (which I'm not under any illusion is a large percentage of you), I'm Sterling Archer. And it's going to be awesome.
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