Yesterday a scary thing happened. I went shopping. I went to play, and boy did I. The object I sought was a new power-suit.Not an ordinary one, the kind that turns heads and lasts for years and better have a good ROI. My attitide was that I needed one and if I was going to spend the money it better damn well fit me and fit me good. This is where the first complication came. I went to Harry Rosen. It is an exlusive (at least I will pretend it is) men's where store.


First off I should reiterate to you that I am a big guy. I am about 6 foot 6 and do not have a scrawny little bod. The only suits that came in my size that are not specifically tailored are made by Hugo Boss. Can we say money. I thought how bad could it be there is still after Christmas sales on. Of course not on the ones that I wanted.


After much deliberation and pain to my bank account I choose a black Hugo Boss suit. I figured I would get the most where out of it, and for how much I paid for it I want to be buried in it.(Mental note: tell family of wishes) There are some perks though. Firstly, it fits and that means a lot to me. Secondly the pants are lined in the front with silk, making them the most comfortable dress pants that I have ever worn. There are also other perks I am sure that I am not aware of yet, but when I am I will relay them to you.