I have just returned from Bigdale, and I have to ask -- which bozo declared this "dress like Ally Sheedy Circa 1985 year"? (Offering "Molly Ringwald Circa 1985" as my other option is not helpful.) Come on, people! I was perfectly happy dressing as My Own Mother Circa 1975! That was good! No one has ever said to me, "Mris, you looked just like a character from 'Sixteen Candles' in that outfit," and I'd like to keep it that way. If it wasn't so warm, I would go put on my Docs and sulk. (As it is, I apparently have to stay in a decent mood. Go figure.)
Also, do you know how Bigdale smells today? The answer is, very bad. It smells like too many things, many of them not pleasant. I have read too much cyberpunk to enjoy Bigdale even on a relatively non-smelly day, and this was not such a day.
On the up side, I got all my errands done, and now I can continue reading about gin and working on the book, and for dinner there will be pizza. So all that could be a lot worse.