We had a gangster-themed Christmas party at the office on Thursday, which inspired me to pay tribute to my Italian heritage in a manner that my grandfather's family (who were all upstanding members of society — lawyers, doctors, social workers, etc.) probably would not have approved of, to say nothing of whatever uptight Italian-American group it was that launched a protest campaign against HBO for airing The Sopranos.
But, as Howlin' Wolf once said, if it's in ya, it's got to come out — and I had a lot of fun giving my inner dago free reign for the day. It was also, thanks to the judicious use of Murray's Pomade to slick back my unruly locks, the first time in years that I've showed up at a party in a "costume" that caused people to not recognize me. Wish I'd gotten it together enough ahead of time to work a pinky ring and a cornuto pendant into the look, but my Caesar's Palace medallion provided sufficient bling.
And speaking of shiny things, that's a real nice Christmas tree they got there. Shame if somethin' were to happen to it.
You even trimmed your sideburns! That's dedication!
You gotta come to Vegas in that outfit sometime!
Posted by: Rich | December 19, 2009 at 11:42 AM
Yeah, Rich - bushy sideburns have never been a popular look with the Cosa Nostra crowd, and I'm a stickler for authenticity. But next time I come to visit you and Mel in Vegas, I will totally rock this look!
Posted by: Dan E | December 19, 2009 at 05:39 PM