Central Indiana men, it’s time somebody told you. You have taken the notion of Casual Friday to an unattractive extreme.
We must go back a couple of weeks to a Friday night date at a white-tablecloth restaurant in Indianapolis, a really nice place where they actually bring the food to your table, on a plate, instead of putting it in a bag and throwing it at you though a drive-up window.
This was the kind of place where you can easily spend three figures on a meal and not mind too much because the food, service and atmosphere are so good. It’s the sort of place most of us non-oligarchs save for special occasions (i.e., Date Night). And it’s the sort of place where you dress up a little bit in order to match the surroundings (and, in the case of Date Night, impress your companion). Or so you would think.