Well, there is a saying about getting rich when a random bird happens to shit on you...
(Though indeed, luck seems to be one of things the definition of which seems to vary greatly from person to person.)
That seems to be the thing with clothes... The more you seem to care about not getting anything on said garment and the more special the occasion has to be for it to be brought out, the more likely it is that something will happen to it. (If you think more carefully, you realize things vaguely like that in the purely mechanical happen usually too, but those things aren't exactly
memorable. Quite some years ago now, I happened to witness something mildly similar - I was talking to the person at the time -, but not at a wedding, or any too significant event, just in front of a mall where we and our group were waiting for the bus, and he was not wearing anything more significant than a rain jacket ... but that's something I'd never have had the reason to dig up from my memory if there was not some resemblance. People just stand in the wrong places every now and then, and birds or their byproducts aren't exactly uncommon (ask any car).)
...I sometimes wear those business-jacket-things (whatever you classify those as - one is actual women's suit jacket, one I don't even know what tries to be as it's definitely not the material you'd expect for something formal, and so on and so forth...) - not at home but for when I just haven't bothered to change clothes yet, but quite often when I have to go out for semi-official reasons, especially if I have to actually talk in front of the people (most of said people couldn't care less what I wore, so I could just stick to my typical jeans and T-shirt and it'd make no difference, but I suppose something or other of societal expectations has stuck around and throwing a jacket on in addition isn't that much of an extra effort). During university I used to do occasionally wear something like that just because, at other times being fully casual (there were actually a surprising number of people - both men and women - who wore suits daily, whereas the rest seemingly just showed up wearing whatever they had had on at home). In the end, I tend to quite often show up to formal events in clothing that I wear anyway.
For the most glamorous events, I'll, however, put on a black dress - yes, I do actually wear dresses and skirts, if rarely, though not really casually, as those simply get in the way of sitting and even walking a bit too much for my tastes. (I also wear jewelry, mainly silver and black silver - rings on my right hand, earrings, necklace, more rarely bracelets -, and that on daily basis. What I never do, though, is wear makeup, and not because I don't bother to put it on - leaving the looks-debate aside, it just has this rather distinctly unpleasant stale smell and furthermore I can't really not absentmindedly wipe the damn dust and muck off my face. If I somehow manage to keep it from traveling onto my sleeve, I'll soon want to run my fingernails over my face just to get it off. Also, the right side of your nose itches now. As does a spot on your left cheekbone, and one above your right eyebrow. And the left corner of your mouth. And then a couple more random places all over your face. And you think you might have somehow gotten some dust in your eye...)
But I am digressing. In any case, nothing has ever happened to either the black dress or the likewise black formal jackets, though there certainly have been plenty of opportunities and plenty of things show quite well on black, too. The one time I decide to wear a fairly expensive light-colored skirt gifted to me to an event with rather strictly upper-end dresscode, though? I somehow manage to get something on it not sure when or what) which I am now quite certain cannot be removed without melting the fabric. Naturally. I guess I should take the hint and stick to black formal clothing as the world doesn't want me displaying any other color on those occasions ... either that, or whatever deity is responsible for such coincidences has long given up on trying to watch me when I am wearing something black and formal because I do it anyway. (Though, my white pants seemed to survive the few events I've attended them quite fine ... I suppose there really is no sense in trying to make up a logic.)
- The first thing I thought of when I saw suits mentioned, though, was that any person wearing such here on what is now yesterday would probably risked heatstroke or worse, given that the weather here has decided that I'm now living in Spain. I actually took a cold shower a couple of times, and then sat around trying not to water damage keyboards and hoping that my own long hair, being wet, would keep me cooler for at least for a while. (Helped, too, but only for about twenty minutes at a time. Actually dried off that quickly...) I even considered moving my main working station downstairs, but in the end decided that migrating the entire setup would be a bit more trouble than it's worth. Ah well, at least it is night now, and back to what can be described as reasonable T-shirt weather. At 3 AM.
(But I shall go to sleep now and cease my rambling. Probably sleep in the guest room, since my usual bedroom faces east-south-east...)
@The New Yorker: Would you prefer a scene set up for your character, or would you like to introduce him yourself (provided Jack's not asked you in PM or you him)?
