Another one bites the dust

Got the last of my single friends married off today down on the bayou. Nothing like an outdoor wedding in May in the crushing humidity of the Pelican State. Not worth the monkey suit even with someone making a comment during the ceremony that made its way round to me that I looked like could actually be a shaggy haired James Bond. That's the benefit of getting measured prior to gaining some good weight, because they never measure slim guys correctly for rentals. We end up looking like formal extras in a Fresh Prince video.

This will likely be the last time I don the black and whatever-color-the-bride-chooses until the first round of divorces and second marriages.