I am wearing chinos, a t-shirt, and a green sweatshirt that says MAINE on it. Also, fuzzy slippers and boxer briefs. Which might just make this the strangest current conversation on Poal. I'll put on a dress shirt for dinner, and maybe put on shoes if we go down to the restaurant for dinner. We'll probably just have room service take care of it. I have worn my fuzzy slippers down to the restaurant - which is kinda amusing as it's a literal 4 star rated eatery and fine dining with things like Wine Wizards and more forks and spoons than I know what to do with. It's okay, my wife likes to fuck with 'em. She'll order an expensive cut of beef and then tell 'em to grind it up and make her a cheeseburger. It's okay - we've been here since late July. They're used to us. I regularly wander down to the kitchen after hours. I even sometimes will then make food for the staff and myself. I've even been in their REALLY FUCKING FANCY wine cellar. It's extensive, high tech, and beautiful. Try as I might, they haven't run out of delicious wines. And, I've realized that sommeliers are just wine wizards and the two they have on staff here are fucking geniuses.