1) No idea how Old Headshot Day became a thing overnight on ye Intyrnytte, but the best I can offer is this from the early 1990s. I remember taking the bus out to the urban wilds of Chelsea for this photo shoot, bringing my tuxedo. But the photographer had this faaabulous smoking jacket - how could I not wear that?!
1a) I look at this photo now over 25 years later and cannot imagine returning to being cleanshaven.
2) After work, walked through the rain from the office to Eastyrnne Styndyrd in Kenmore Squayah to meet a friend for drinks. I am sorry to report that my favorite gray loafers, which everyone likes and which match my light gray slacks exactly, are no longer waterproof. Time to go shopping.
3) What folly meet in Kenmore Squayah on a Friday that is also a home game ye Ryd Soxxe! Had I but known . . . but of course we don't have these problems at the opera. They cleared a high top for us pretty quickly, and commenced and evening of manhattans, rigatoni, and talk about Venice.
3a) Final round down the street at ye Hawthryne, marginally less crowded, but much cushier with those deep green-gray velvelt chairs.