I stood off to the side in the tuxedo store, realizing my role was, primarily, moral support. As the clerk totaled up the numbers and pronounced the final cost for the rental of tails for one night, Tom’s eyes widened and shifted towards me. As I read the question in his eyes, I chuckled and gave him the confirmation nod. “You started this,” I said, referencing his mandate as President of Let’s Dance Club that the 25th Anniversary Dance should be absolutely formal. The irony of the situation took me back to a time in our engagement which now makes us laugh but was very unpleasant at the time.
My wedding. MY wedding, right? You know how these things go – the merging of two families, the trying-to-make-everyone-happy-insanity, the “Why didn’t we just elope?” question. In spite of all of this, I knew my wedding would be beautiful. Coming from a middle class family, simple elegance was something I believed in. Beautiful summer dresses for the bridesmaids and light grey tuxedos for the groomsmen would create just the right setting for my special day.
Did I mention the “merging of two families?” Turns out that the groom had absolutely no interest in tuxedos. He didn’t understand why almost matching suits wouldn’t work just as well. He didn’t understand why any of these things mattered to me. He then refused the whole idea and the conversation crescendoed into him calling my chosen attire for the men MONKEY SUITS! Needless to say, what followed was not pretty.
Tempers calmed, common sense (aka, my way) prevailed, and we had handsome men in tuxedoes in our wedding.
So now, I look at this evolution of my husband: President and Master of Ceremonies for a ballroom dance club, a life of tuxedoes and formals, dressed in tails for Saturday night’s dance, and always looking distinguished for every occasion. 37 years ago, I could not have imagined this life-style. I love the irony of this transformation and I am happy to say, Tails, I Win!
See you on the Floor!