Woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a comb across our heads.
Flower lady showed up half an hour early, and while Tiffany and her mom showed her what they wanted (she’ll bring samples later), Kevin and I ran errands and got haircuts.
Tiffany, her mom and the flower lady going over flowers
Once that was done, Dante – one of my groomsmen – dropped by and the five of us mozied over to the Men’s Warehouse to pick out tuxedos for the wedding. We’d done a little pre-planning online, so we had a pretty good idea what we wanted.
In a nutshell, we’re going with a classic jacket over vests and ties. The vests have a pin-striping pattern on them.
Now that we’ve got a package, all of the tux wearing participants in the wedding will have to go to a Men’s Warehouse (or, if they’re in Montana where there are not Men’s Warhouses, they’ll have to get their measurements – weight, height, chest, overarm, coat sleave inseam, coat size, waist, hips, outseam, shoe size, vest size, shirt neck size and shirt sleeve size to a Men’s Warehouse). They keep a list, check it twice and make sure that all of the tuxes are delivered to Los Angeles in time for the wedding.
Dante, the pimp.