A good friend of mines father died he had terminal cancer. So as I am digging out a suit to wear I realize 2 things. One I have gotten really fat since I stopped going to meeting's and two I think one of the real reasons I stopped going was I hate putting on suit's.
Trying to find a suit that fit reminded me of trying to dress for three meeting nights a week. That stuff was a pain in the arse. I put on one shirt and the sleeves stopped 3 inches above my wrist. WTF did my arms elongate like the frakenstein monster over the last 4 years. And the shoes, when you dont wear dress shoes for a while they get tight...excuse me tight-er.
I think I may have figured out a way the society can boost meeting attendance. Let people wear sweats and khakis to the meeting's, they may have held me for an extra day or two that way.