When I was packing for the wedding, I decided I needed to bring two dress shirts in case I spilled something, etc. So, I took those shirts, washed them, pulled them out of the dryer a little bit early, and put thm oin hangbers and hung them in the shower so I could iron them while they were still damp.
And that is where my dress shirts are today, four hours before the wedding. I wore a black silk shirt with slacks to the rehearsal last night, but that simply won’t do for the wedding. Fortunately, I have a friend here who is the same size as me, and he lent me a shirt. It doesn’t fit around the neck, but what else can I do?
The main consolation is that no one at the wedding is even going to look atg me, so there is no point even caring. All eyes are on the couple, so I have nothing to worry about, hoever shoddy I look.
Still, though, it pisses me off. Am I ever going to get my shit together? Will there ever be anything that is not a hassle or complicated by my own stupidity? Grrr.
Toren
I just got back from Japan, where I was forced to attend a funeral wearing semi-casual clothes while every guy around me–and I do mean EVERY guy–was in the prescribed black suit. Where was mine? Hanging up at home 5,000 miles away waiting for a steam touchup.
I feel your pain.
Mike
“Am I ever going to get my shit together? Will there ever be anything that is not a hassle or complicated by my own stupidity?”
Judging entirely from my own experience, I’d have to say no, John. ;)
S.W. Anderson
When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. So, buy another shirt, that fits, and help the economy, sorta (most likely the shirt will have been made on the far side of the world).
Main thing is to not let tripping up leave your spirits down and your blood pressure up. Life’s to short.
Sharp as a Marble
I’m a professional wedding photographer. I’d notice you ;)
triticale
I’m a professional wedding photographer. I’d notice you ;)
Assuming, that is, that the wedding in question was in fact a professional one…