Don't I look like Snape here? But with glasses?
It wasn't anything big; just a simple gathering with food, a small program, gift-giving, and some raffle prizes. We were only around twenty then after all. At the time people in our department were notorious for not wanting to dress up or anything for Christmas parties and were content with the usual jeans and shirt. So it was nice how I and the rest of the organizing committee were able to persuade everyone to dress up somehow. Small steps, I thought.
I wore a black shirt and pants, white shoes, a white tie for a belt, and a cowboy hat. Talk about how incoherent everything was! Yet I managed to get voted best dressed among the guys. The wig's not mine, by the way. It was someone else's that night that I just felt like putting on. Me and my frustration with having straight hair perhaps.
With a group of fellow auditors singing Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas.
The two of us here just performed a skit intended as an intermission but to our surprise we were awarded some cash for being the best performance of the night. Isn't it obvious we look so surprised?
With fellow best dressed winner together with our then big boss. Such a happy night.