Graduation -or- flip, flip, flip, flip, shake shake, flip flip flip flip

The seniors graduated on Saturday and I looked like a cross between a used car salesman and one of Tony Soprano’s hit men. I knew I was going to be in trouble since it has been years since I had to dress up, and I have gained just enough weight that none of my slacks fit well, but some how I had blocked out of my mind that I don’t actually have any nice clothes. So, on Saturday morning, I had to scramble to figure out something to wear. My one pair of black slacks almost didn’t button (all the other colors were missing their buttons) and I had forgotten how faded they have gotten. Ron took one look and said, “you better but on a belt to distribute the pressure or that button is going to go….” My white shirt was completely a no go. The collar button did not meet, and the sleeves seem to have shrunk several inches. My black shirt is a little faded, and I like it better with jeans, but that had to do. All my ties are dated, but that was okay…the width was right at least and I like my ties to be a little off beat...or at least I did way back when. All of my jackets were too small. My shoulders are way bigger than they were the last time I bought (or, more accurately, was handed down) a suit jacket. I ended up wearing a jacket that my dad gave me almost 15 years ago. A light, black and grey tweedy looking thing that was incredibly trendy and in style about the same time Cindy Lauper was. And then I get out in the light and realize that the black pants and black shirt have both faded to shades of grey that have different color casts and looked awful together. I looked awful.

When we finally got to the municipal pool in Poulsbo (they have really nice auditorium for anyone who immediately pictured an Ethal Murman style graduation) an hour late after missing our ferry by 5 minutes (fortunately we were trying to be two hours early) I realized that I should have done academic robes. Only one other instructor was speaking and she owns a set; it really makes the whole thing look more official. Of course, she has a master hood and I don’t, but at least I could have skipped the “I’m from New Jersey” outfit I had on and just done a shirt and tie. They still wouldn’t have fit, but at least they would have been hidden.

But, at least I made an effort. Over half of the seniors didn’t. I was afraid to count how many of them were wearing flip-flops…and not special occasion ones either. A couple of the girls padded up to get their diplomas bare foot since they had kicked their shoes off during the speeches and didn’t bother to put them back on. Yeesh.

( My commencement address )

All things considered, and my outfit aside, it was a very nice ceremony and I am really glad I went just to say good bye one last time. (An aside…I thought it was funny the way most of the straight guys gave me a hug, but the two gay guys didn’t…)

The reception back at the school was nice. Too many people, but as uncomfortable as I am in crowds, it was a good thing for the event. There was a ton of dessert things, which caused the main gallery to be packed with people in line for food. Once the food was gone, it completely emptied out. It turned out that Ron and tbass’s boyfriend know each other, so that was kind of fun and I got to give Ron a tour of the campus.

We were invited to a couple of events in the evening, but since we live on the other side, we ended up not going to them. We had a nice lunch in Poulsbo’s old town, then headed home.