is it time to panic now?

The DH and I are in Elmira for the wedding of our friends Jeffistopheles and spookypoop. We are crashing at their place. The wedding is at 10:30 Sunday morning (which, depending on how you want to look at it could be "later today" or "tomorrow"). The tuxedo rental place doesn't open until noon on Sundays.

Guess who forgot to pick up his tux today.

Go on, guess.

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Oh, just the groom.

It's going to be an interesting morning. We figure, once spooky's mom stops freaking out, we'll have three possible courses of action:

• Find the name of the manager of the tuxedo place, call him or her at home on Sunday morning, and somehow convince them to open up the store early for us.


• Stall for time - have the planned continental breakfast before the ceremony instead of afterward (this will only work if the justice of the peace can reschedule for two hours later, as well).


• Cobble together an outfit for Jeff from any old suits of his we might be able to find at his mom's place, and maybe his shirt with flames on it (like what Johnny wore for our wedding).

If any of the groomsmen were close to Jeff in size, we could make that guy forfeit his tux for Jeff, but no one is. Jeff's about the skinniest m.f. I know - he would be swimming in anyone else's tux.

I guess I will have to keep you all posted on how this whole thing turns out - there's nothing more we can do about it tonight.

Also - this is my 99th post on this blog. With any luck, I will have a new template to debut with my next post. It's almost a complete overhaul in the nuts & bolts of the code, so with any luck it'll render properly in nearly every browser (including the broken ones). It'll have new colors and everything. So if you like the way things look around here now, you best take a screenshot right quick. The blog, she is a-changin'.