Last Friday, with a lunch scheduled at the University Club, I came to Cyan’s office in a suit. Which, in turn, prompted unexpected jealousy from my colleagues. Apparently, wearing a suit is actually fun, assuming you’re not required to do it every day.

So, with consensus of the Cyan team, I’ve now re-instituted Anti-Casual Fridays, our old policy wherein we dress to the nines the one day each week that the rest of corporate New York (or, at least, the bankers with whom we’ve been dealing these days for our hedge fund) dresses down.

Of course, we’re not a perfect converse of those bankers’ schedule, as what qualifies as ‘dressed down’ in that world is something so Brooks Brothers catalog as to make even my CFO, a sailboat-owning WASP, cringe.

No, our casual still permits jeans and flip-flops. At least once the weather warms. But, even then, come the height of August, on Friday it should still be full-on Anti-Casual. Who doesn’t love a khaki or seersucker suit?