Have You Met ....Me?

I was at a bar, wearing a nice shirt and some jeans.  People said I looked 'suit-ish' but I felt good.  I made some new friends, had some good laughs, and told them about myself.

One dude pipes up.  "So, you blog.  You wear suits to bars.  You aren't afraid to chat with the ladies.  Who are you, Barney Stinson?"

...and for the rest of the night, my name was Barney and not Brandon.  Because I'm awesome.

It was a fun comparison, because I've never heard it before.  But it kind of fits.  I'm confident, a little cocky, and I like playing the role of the wingman.

Maybe I should actually suit up before I hit the bars next time?

In SoCal, I'd be ok.  In Boise, depending on the scene, I'd fit in.

Eastern Idaho?  Especially my hometown?  I'd either be labeled as a 'lost California hippie' or a 'lost Mormon here to preach everyone to death.'

Tshirts and jeans are the clothes of choice in the E. ID bar scene. Maybe some flannel.  I try to get spiffy with it from time to time, and I always feel overdressed.

This just means I'll only pull the Barney card when I'm working in a major metropolitan city.  Boise, Salt Lake... well that's pretty much it.  Maybe Helena.  Maybe.

Maybe that will be my alter-ego for the road?  A slightly heavier, slightly more "not suitable for TV" dirty dubstep version of Barney Stinson?

I can do that...

...because I'm awesome.

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