Over the weekend, Mr. C mentioned that some annual office party was scheduled for Thursday night, and he was planning to just get a hotel room closer to work that night. Fair enough.
This morning, I find out that it’s apparently black tie (and at Royal Albert Hall), when he brings out the garment bag where his equivalent Highland dress lives.
That would be the outfit that he got for our otherwise not at all formal wedding.* In 2004. And I think he may have worn it once or twice since then.
There’s also at least 50 lbs. more Mr. C than in 2004. And I would be amazed if he’s checked the fit in the meantime. Clothes are just not his thing.
I didn’t say anything, because it’s his event, his outfit, and his body to wear it on. But, maybe considering renting something appropriate could have been a wise plan there. If I had known earlier, I might have politely suggested that at least checking the jacket/waistcoat fit in advance was a good idea. But, a bit late the morning of the event.
* He decided totally on his own that he wanted the kilt to get married in. And yes, he is extremely Swedish. Long story I’m still not sure I totally understand, but it seemed to involve his adopting my crazy-ass family. Tartan and all. Anyway, that’s why he even had some formal wear at the ready.
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