I was just looking at some old photos from college that I’d forgotten about, and as always, got a little bit nostalgic for the days when putting together the perfect costume was a big concern in the scheme of things. Sure, I had classes, and an honors thesis, but am I going to look back in twenty years and smile fondly on those memories? Of course not. Rather, it will be the time I wore suspenders and a fedora and shot pretend machine guns at one of my sorority sisters at a blues bar in the middle of nowhere.