Black Shirt Friday

Hey, everyone — it’s Black Shirt Friday!

Well, actually every Friday is Black Shirt Friday, because I always wear a black shirt on Fridays.  Every Friday for the last ten years.  I’m not really sure why I started that tradition — I think it was because I had a really cool black shirt that I used to wear into my client’s office on Fridays, and then it sort of stuck.  It’s one of those weird little oddities of mine that people find so endearing until they really get to know me and then it starts to bug the hell out of them.

Several black shirts have performed the role of designated Black Shirt on Fridays for me over the last decade.  The first two were long-sleeve cotton button-up shirts that I wore to my client’s office under the rules of “business casual”.  After we moved and I began working from home full-time, I transitioned to cotton T-shirts.  I’ve been through several of those, replacing each threadbare, hole-in-the-armpit veteran with a new recruit.  The current dynastic representative was bought from hanes.com just a couple of weeks ago.

Oddly, my wife remained completely unaware of my Friday tradition until I told her I needed to order this latest shirt.  I guess it must have been obscured by all of my other strange behaviors.

What weird little traditions do you practice?