I got measured for a tuxedo this evening. Again. I was measured for a tuxedo last Saturday, as well. You see, I’m in three weddings this spring – two of them as Best Man. So, while all the blushing brides are planning their arrangements, I’m trying to organize bachelor parties for the grooms.

The problem is coming up with some creative events for Christian grooms – the traditional strip club just isn’t going to fly with us. One guy wants a LAN party, a computer party centered around multiplayer computer games. They usually last until about 6 a.m., so having it the night before the wedding would probably not be workable. A good cookout or barbeque might be fun – I’ll have to do some brainstorming to figure something out.

The tuxedo shop for the last wedding I was in screwed up my measurements pretty badly. My cousin’s, too – his didn’t fit any better than mine did. (No, we hadn’t accidentally put on each others’ tuxes.) I’m hoping this time they’ll get it right, and I can wear something that actually fits. It’s hard to look sober standing up there with the groom when your pants are too short and your jacket sleeves too long.

So I’m hoping they don’t get screwed up this time. To top it off, one of the brides is requiring the groomsmen to wear “Victorian Lilac”-colored vests. The things I go through for my friends!