A dojo being a karate studio.
Putting on a karate outfit - the white pants, white coat-like top and going barefoot would be presumptuous in the extreme - neither Richie nor I know a lick of karate ... I have described karate as "all that jumping around" which made the 3rd dan, black belt I was talking to laugh. A lot.
And what if someone, seeing our garb, challenged us to some kind of demonstration? Not a good place to be.
Happily, it's going to be 76 degrees or so which means pants and a top would be comfortable. I can state with authority that no one in Southern California ever "dresses up." I have seen white t-shirts and black pants on males at funerals! But for the occasion of a funeral, pants were belted at the real waistline and not sited just below the curve of the buttock. Not up close and personal, mind you, but while driving past Pacific Crest cemetery off of Inglewood. One corner of their grounds seems to be The Designated Final Resting Place of gang members.
Where was I? So -- dress pants (as opposed to sweat bottoms) and a civilized-looking top. Black driving loafers. I'm set. We shall have to see what Richie decides to wear. "Raffish" brought him a "Happy coat" from Okinawa after his last visit there which is "Japanes-y" enough to be appropriate ... a sort of Salute to Okinawa!
Report and pictures tomorrow!
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