I went to the Renaissance Festival yesterday wearing that shirt.
I also wore a thick velvet cloak that catches the wind just right and adds +10 sex appeal (which helps not since I have negative sex appeal), pants, a wood staff carved by some remote great uncle when I was 9, and cheap Holloween costume shop boots with leather soles thick enough to make a thick thud when you walk on wood... the kind that say "I'll shove this boot so far up your ass you'll shit bricks" and mean it.
The shirt's still too big, and unless I figure out a way to shrink it in the wash, I'd have to send it back. The Indian company expects me to ship it back to them in India. Apparently these people are too fucking ignorant to figure out that the price of shipping the shirt internationally will be more than the shirt itself.
Ghandi gave them their freedom, he should have tried giving them brains as well.