Last Saturday I planned a tux shopping event with my Best Man, Jon, to occur around the same time that Liz went shopping for her dress with her Matron of Honor, mom and cousin. I knew that the tux shop would likely be confused and would assume Jon was the one getting married, and they might even go so far as to assume he was marrying me, so as an incentive I promised Jon a beer at the local pub afterward. What I hadn’t realized was that this process would be much more painful to me.
The Men’s Wearhouse near me hadn’t batted an eye when I was fitted for the tux I wore when I was Best Mate in another friend’s wedding, but they, unfortunately, don’t have tails in ivory. So Jon and I, instead, headed to Selix Formalwear. They carry ivory tails and for some reason I had really fallen in love with the idea of tails. After some initial confusion on the part of the salesman, he had me set up with a shirt, vest, tie and jacket. Now, my idea is to have a sage green vest and a cornflower blue tie, but this will give you a general idea:
I liked it, I did. Although I would have liked to have seen it with the pants. I’m not sure why they weren’t offered.
