No, Honey. It only mentions a tie and jacket.

The other night the lady and I slipped over to a restaurant called Ambria. We really didn’t plan much in advance for this, however, and all my fine, dressy linens were somewhere in storage, so we had to wing it. While I was working, she shopped, picking me up a respectable set of clothes. She came pretty close to doing it perfectly. There were some small details I would have caught, but, being a girl, she wouldn’t know to look for them.

One was the cut of the shirt. Certain dress shirts attach the arms closer to the chest, creating a thinned torso similar to what you see on 7 year old boys running around at church or temple. The second thing was: ties that are overly thick are difficult to manage, and can make some of the fancier knots almost impossible to pull off. Now, unless you’ve tied a tie, I’m pretty sure there’s no way to know this. Also, and this might just be a quirk, I like to wear socks.

Still, we had a great time, and ate many unpronounceable things. Everyone wore suits. The music was wonderful. And a twelve year old girl, obviously tipsy, wandered out of a private room, scanned the dining area, and casually freed herself from her riding panties. Twice. All in all, perfect atmosphere.

For our side, things went very well. I smiled, nodded, tested the wine, and kept my feet as far back under the table as possible.