When my grandmother died in 1990, I arrived at the funeral home for her service, and then just plain old didn’t want to attend. I think some of you will understand. Anyway, there was nothing to do in this small town in the middle of nowhere besides go driving around the nearby lake, and that’s what I did. While I was doing this, it started raining heavily, AND I had to go to the bathroom really bad, so I pulled into one of the campgrounds, where some people were camping, and used the provided outhouse. I saw the people looking out of their camper windows with big question marks over their heads. Oh, well.
I arrived back in time for lunch, in which I indulged.
I stood up in the wedding of a pair of my college friends, and was wearing a tuxedo for the day. The maid of honor had rented a party bus for transporting the wedding party to the reception; the bus made two intermediate stops on the way: at an Irish bar, and at a White Castle restaurant. I went into both establishments (for a Guinness, and for sliders, respectively), while wearing a tuxedo. 
So YOU were the ones who messed it up for those of us who went in 1974!
I’m the late 70s, I was singing in the choral concerts for Loyola Marymount University, and I would report to work at the 24-hour diner where I was a waiter still dressed in my tux.
I blame heavy metal and all those glam rockers.
Why do I feel like I must have run into you IRL already?
Ever ride on the Flying Carpet?
I went to burn #1 & #2 (The Desert Rose camp), #3 (Vuvuzela) #4, private camp, #5, private camp and #11, (Twisted Saloon camp)
I’m friends or acquaintances with many of the organisers, DPW and DMV members, so a decent chance we have bumped into each other, especially in the early years when it was smaller.
I guess that reminds me of the time I was in a full tuxedo working as a bouncer at the Miniscule of Sound (a nightclub that can accomodate like 5 people, but with a full DJ setup) at the burn and absolutely refused entry to anyone who was wearing crocs.
The queue sometimes got up to 50 people or so and “back of the queue!” became a thing with my fellow “security” staff. It generated an incredibly funny Facebook thread, after the burn, criticising me and my colleagues. Unfortunately the thread has been deleted but basically everyone who joined the thread was trolling and the poster got more and more angry.
I’ve been to X and 11. I’m only acquainted with a couple of the organizers (the ones who were in UCT CLAWS - Ranger Bob and one other). Just asked because the flying carpet was our MV, at X and 11 (we were the Magical Mystery Mob camp, both years).
In 2005, a longtime friend got married, and I literally didn’t know anyone else there, and my tablemates at the reception were not exactly the most interesting company, although they probably felt the same way about me. So, after the meal (where the food was bad - cold - and there wasn’t enough of it) I decided to leave and went to an IMAX theater at the local museum, where they were playing a short documentary that was of interest to me. I didn’t change clothes first, and did tell the cashier why I was dressed the way I was.
The documentary was good. I was, however, not surprised when they announced their separation 7 years later, and not just because she suddenly started spamming Facebook with “We are so happy! We are so in love, and we’re going to be together forever!” which I have seen many times is a big red flag for the status about to change to “it’s complicated.” The wedding was not a joyous occasion, and if you are wondering if children were involved, unfortunately the answer was yes.