Freewrite on Inappropriate Dress

Prompt: Write about a time, any time, when you were very inappropriately dressed.

Oh dear. Huh. Okay. A time when I was inappropriately dressed. That's... hard to say, actually. I'm not really a fashionable person, but for the most part, I'm dressed either practically or appropriately for the situation I'm in. Sure, I may not always wear clothes as warm as I should, given the climates I like to live in, but otherwise I'm actually hard-pressed to think of a time when I was wearing something blatantly wrong and not just unfashionable in some way.

Ah, no, wait, here we go. For what have I worn the most ridiculous outfits? For what have I worn the most comic of costumes? My dear, dear larping. Oh, but does that even count? If I'm wearing a costume for a larp, no matter how ridiculous, the costume is usually appropriate for the larp. Ah, but wait, it's not infrequent that I wear a larp costume outside of a larp. In Dragon I ate dinner in the Commons Dining Hall, decked out in a regal purple cape, tight black vest, and chain mail sleeves. That... Was a good costume. And I wasn't even the best or most absurd of them there. Then we have dear Oscar Wilde. Oh, Oscar, how much fun you were to play. A ruffled white collared shirt over-adorned by a tight black long coat made of something that felt like, well... felt. Tight black pants clashed terribly with sneakers, (I never have proper footwear), but it was all brought together by the glory of the Drascot, dubbed such for being a black ascot emblazoned with a golden dragon. I wore that with pride as I obtained breakfast from baffled cashiers, and lunch from amused sandwich makers. There is something about dressing in utterly ridiculous and fabulous ways that gives you a strange confidence. No longer was I afraid of what people would think, because I had given them license to think anything at all!

Refuge in audacity, is that what it's called? Well, I certainly approve. Perhaps that is why I have always liked the bold and the unusual, the mad and the crazy. The sheer improbability of actions gives one a freedom from the opinions of others in a way that I have found little else can...