Fear the Crab

I went down to Bella Wedding to try on the tuxedos. I was a bit anxious because my measurements were taken more than three months ago, and within that time I had been working out some, and eating more. If the tuxedo didn’t fit, would there be enough time to make adjustments before my wedding on Sunday?

It turned out fine. There wasn’t that much of a change in my body dimensions, and as a guy I’m rather lucky that much of my attire feature adjustable straps. The only part of my outfit that wasn’t quite right was the dress shirt collar; it was too tight. It literally cut off all blood flow to my brain, which is something I thought only a hot woman could do.

Jenny, the proprietor of the boutique, said that a new shirt will be available tomorrow afternoon. That’s perfect for me, since I have to bring George in for his fitting. And if there’s an alteration for him, his tuxedo will be ready by Saturday.

Reid also came in for his fitting. The only adjustments for him were the sleeves of the jacket. That, too, will be ready by Friday.

The pants fit well and the straps on the side allows me to feel comfortable standing or sitting, or after I’ve eaten my fill.  The shoes had these inserts that made me stand taller, since I will have to stand next to Maile in her heels for wedding photos.  I think these shoes will be the closest thing I will ever wear for high heels.  The vest and tie are a deep, rose red, with a hint of a pattern so that it’s not one big solid color, and I think that will match well with the black of the jacket, pants, and shoes.  The jacket is a standard 4-button single-breasted item, but I will probably only button three of them.  I don’t recall if there’s a handkerchief, but I don’t think that will matter.

After everything was buttoned up and set in place, I looked in the three-panel mirror, taking in every angle.  Whilst doing that, only one thought crossed my mind:

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God DAMN, I make this look GOOD.