Why Not

Every year people are standing in the rain waiting for some delayed show. The whole thing’s there if you want it—networking, photographs, good clothes. I used to think I should want it. Honestly, I stopped. Now I’m home in sweatpants with warm cheese and spicy sausages, playing GTA, and I’m completely fine with that choice. The clothes are sometimes great, but the week was never about clothes anyway. It’s about being somewhere you can be seen, and I’ve never been bothered enough by visibility to spend an evening getting wet for it.