How about a little confession time? Let's open up and tell of when we were most poorly dressed for an occasion. In my case, it was undoubtedly about four years ago when I went to the wedding of a daughter of one of my wife's best friends. My wife told me it was going to be an outdoor wedding at Lake Arrowhead. Okay, I figured it would be hot, out amid the murmuring pines and the hemlocks and would involve trekking through some dirt, stones and pine needles. Okay, so I rose to the occasion with some sturdy, inexpensive, plain-toe, rubber soled brown bluchers from Timberland, nice cotton Ralph Lauren slacks in dark olive, a tan raw silk blend sport coat, a bronze colored tie and a Panama hat. Well, as it turned out, it was cool and overcast. Worse yet, the "outdoor wedding" turned out to be on the lawn of a posh hotel. So, there were all the other men in their navy and charcoal suits and shiny black shoes, and there was me...looking like a bloody idiot. Has anybody else some similar misadventures they'd like to share.? More commonly, I arrive overdressed, but those can be stories for another time.