Acapulco

i picked up my wedding suit yesterday at MAC. they had to tailor the bejeebus out of it because i'm so thin you can see my heart beating through my chest.

i'm so thin they had to sew some lead weights in the pockets in case it gets breezy.

trying on my suit makes me all twitchy. i know it looks good and i'm pretty sure it fits perfectly but everytime i look at it it seems all wrong.

nerves.

i wisely decided to just say "yes, it looks fine" so the tailor didn't have to pay me a housecall armed with his pinking shears.

the nice salesdude (not the owner Ben) was kind enough to do that salesdude thing where he tells you it looks fantastic so you will stop being a total spazmatron.

i said: "i have completely lost perspective. please tell me this suit fits perfectly so i will shut up and relax." he did so.

then we started talking about shirts. i said, um. maybe something with some orange or green? and he did that other salesdude thing which is immediately praise me for my wisdom in liking things and stuff.

he said, "you like things? and stuff? that's so refreshing! i'm relieved and gladdened that you are so bold and wonderful. here. look at these expensive things we cannot get anyone else to purchase."

then he handed me this shirt. this shirt is white. this shirt has a warm tan rectangle descending from the collar down to the third button. this shirt has handsewn beadwork across the chest. white beads in a wavy pattern.

i didn't think i was looking for a shirt like this but i tried it on. it looks mac. with the suit jacket on, the tan brings out the brown of the suit and gives the illusion of "tie." a little decievingly formal but also a little frisky. with the jacket off, it looks chic and fly and slightly exotic -- maybe pseudo-indian which would suit the look of the wedding or slightly acapulco. it's a little big because i'm so small you could use my shoulders to tighten the loose screw on your glasses but salesdude said they could tailor it so it looked right.

it was godawful expensive. a handsewn dries van norton beaded shirt.

so how much is too much to spend on a shirt?

would i wear it ever after the wedding or would i be too afraid i'd spill grape juice on it? can i justify spending that kind of bread on an article of clothing?

i think i need a second opinion.

then i brought the suit back to work with me and was immediately swarmed by the entire office who made me put it on and model. it was overwhelming to be cooed over by a swarm of office mates. they all seemed to like it though.

so i guess i done good.

my plans for tonight just got cancelled. anyone want to entertain me?