The Dilli Diaries Deux : Return of the Che
Obviously I had never been to a cocktail dinner, let alone to one at a five star hotel. But using my superpower of common sense I somehow figured out what to expect. Now came the hard part. How the fuck do I fit in there and not stick out like Superman in an edition of Playboy? I planned to wear the only decent pair of black pants I have that I wear to pretty much any where that’s supposed to be too formal for jeans Continue reading →