Okay... so, it's the day after...
and yes, I went to the ward party... and yes, I wore my low-rise jeans way low... and yes I wore my tight Italian shirt, but...
no, I didn't go with the earrings, guyliner and manscara. Some of this community's comments got to me about the unseen consequences of such with my wife and kids not present... so, like always, like the story of my life, I desire more than I do, and I backed off and stayed in my shell.
Someone asked "what" I was and I said I was a "teenage boy" and they shrugged.
Another complemented me on my "mask".
little do they know the mask I wear.
I did my obligatory assignments as a good dutiful boy (as always) and then slipped out early and disappeared home.
But, seeing there is a "Beck Fan Club" (which I still doubt it's existence), and seeing the demand for photos... at the risk of blowing my thinly cloaked anonymity, I reveal for the first time ever self-portraits for your laughter quotient for the day...