Graduation Dress Codes

I drive by the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) building every morning on the way to work. I usually fly by and think about how I skipped Sonic Youth when they opened for Wilco or the long beer lines at Widespread Panic shows. Those thoughts haven't crossed my mind for a couple of weeks. Now, every day I watch out for well-dressed mid-morning jaywalkers because, HOORAY!, it's D.C. graduation season and DAR is the main venue.

To be honest, I don't always look out for well-dressed jaywalkers. Yesterday I didn't see one. Apparently, the principal of whatever high school graduated at 10:30 forgot to send a letter home informing friends and family that even high school graduations have a dress code.  I wanted to pull my car over and inform people of the ground rules:

"Brah-man, I know a graduation is a celebration, but it ain't a barbecue. Go home and change your t-shirt and blue plaid clam diggers into your Sunday best."

"Chica, I know that you know that we know that you looks foine in those frayed Daisy Dukes, but when you walk up the steps you show the little kids a little too much about life. And there's old men here, if they see that someone might have a heart attack, and the kiddies don't need to learn about life and death while you celebrate your sister's graduation."

And the Nigerians... Well the Nigerians were the only group dressed appropriately. We know how to look good when we celebrate... And we know when to use sidewalks.