Last night, we went out to our local Men's Wearhouse to pick out the tuxes for the guys standing up. It was a hysterical experience. For me. Probably not so much for the guys I was laughing at.
While I was sitting there, paying partial attention to the book of styles the Hubby was flipping through, several groups of groomsmen passed through to pick up their suits for weekend weddings. Before they left with the suit, they were all required to try them on, to ensure the fit. Two sweet women were there to assist. One was helping us, the other was helping the guys as they came through.
It was amazing. Each guy came out with their pants around their hips, and the poor sales girl kept having to hike them up to bellybutton level in order to ensure they fit. Guy after guy, stood there blushing, their arms a kimbo, waiting for this tiny blond thing to finish buckling their pants. Two guys couldn't tie their own tie, and had to ask for help. Priceless. Another guy got into a fight with the girl because he wouldn't put on the peds provided while he was trying on his shoes. He insisted that the shoes were too small, and she insisted that it was because he was wearing athletic socks instead of dress socks. Men in Peds. What's funnier than that?
I was truly laughing out loud. At them. There was a pregnant spouse of one of the men who was sitting in one of the chairs next to me. I turned to her after a particularly amusing interaction and said "Are you enjoying this as much as I am?". She laughed, looked at Zeke, who was being measured at the time-- arms also akimbo--and nodded.
After all of those guys left, we were able to select a Tux style that we think will fit all of our guys. FYI: 3-button suits, we've been told, are not good for athletic body types.
Our pick. 2-Button, Calvin Klein. Black Satin Vest. Ivory shirt (match the dress people!). Cranberry long Tie. Shiny shoes. Done and Done. Z is going to buy a tux. The fact that rented suits can't be altered made him angry.
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