I ordered tuxes last week. And Jaclyn wasn’t with me.
“What are the wedding colors?” the tux lady asked.
“I don’t know. Red and black, I think,” I said.
“Do you know what her dress looks like? You shouldn’t, but do you?”
“I think it’s red.”
“What shade of red?”
“I didn’t know red had shades.”
“Well, I need something to go with. Is it a traditional wedding?”
“I guess so.”
“What do you want your tux to look like?”
“I don’t know.”
The lady helped me realize that all I cared about was Jaclyn. The tux and the colors and the other stuff mean nothing to me. But they mean something to her. That meant the tux couldn’t look stupid.
“Simple,” I said. “And no bow ties. I want a regular tie. With a vest.”
“Colors?”
“Black and white. White tie. White vest. White shirt. And black everything else.”
I looked at one tux, liked it, and picked out my best man’s tux. It took me 30 minutes. I doubt Jaclyn’s dress shopping venture was that quick.
“Have your fiancé call me,” the lady said. “I want to make sure she likes everything we picked out.”
Jaclyn called her. And she changed the white to an “off” white—whatever the heck that means. I just know I’ve got to show up May 1 to get measured. I need to lose a few pounds before then, though.
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Wedding date is Friday, May 25. Read this post for more information.
just a mom said,
March 25, 2007 at 12:12 am
I can not believe you tried to do that on your own. I am not sure to be proud or scared,, BUT reading here I vote scarred. This would be one of the many reason it is good to have a woman in your life.
kbug said,
March 25, 2007 at 10:03 am
you’re such a…….ummm…….well…….a guy…….