This weekend we had the good fortune of participating in my dear friend's beautiful, elegant, perfect wedding.
Perfect for everyone but Mr. G that is.
This was a very formal wedding, and as I was the maid (matron?!) of honor, Gerren also had to look sharper than his
carhart pants, buttweiser cut-off tshirt and sandals regular attire.
He was not thrilled about it, but we rented him a tux, got him a haircut, and off we went to the wedding.
I was in the limo on my way to the ceremony when I got a call from Mr. G saying he had forgotten his tie. Panic ensued. On top of that, he forgot dress socks, and his shoes were a full 2 inches too big. He also got lost. So by the time he made it to the wedding, he was a hot sweaty mess without a tie and his feet were BLEEDING from running around in dress shoes without socks trying to find the church.
Being the great wife that I am, I did finagle a black tie from my LIMO DRIVER for Mr. G to wear for the night. But even with the tie, Mr. G looked a bit disheveled, miserable, and uncomfortable.
Cut to 3 hours later at the 5 course reception. I walked in, gave my speech, and sat next to my man. He had already lost the tie and the shoes. He already seemed happier.
By 11 Mr. G was back in his natural state, with a comedic tshirt, neon accessories, and a smile on his face.
My man may not do formal wear well, but lord can he rock the shit out of a tuxedo tee.
Hope you all had a nice weekend,