let me preface this entry by giving a very stern
RANT WARNING
as many of you are aware, yesterday was mark's pant deadline. ie: he was supposed to have a pair of pants to wear to our wedding by the time his head hit the pillow last night. needless to say-didn't happen. so we had to have a little discussion this morning.
this afternoon, i took his beautiful BLACK brocade jacket and his 2 ascot ties with us to the galleria. let me take a minute to seriously slam macy's. the people in men's sportswear are downright RUDE. they started the bridezilla attack that continued on throughout this shopping experience. they were not helpful and they just really pis**#d me off. so we went to nordstrom. i take out the BLACK jacket, tell the guy that we want tux pants, he says that it would look bad. fine. it'll look bad. i also needed a shirt for him. we decide on black pants, this super cool shirt and he puts them all on this table for us to look at. it was at this point that the meltdown began. i was dripping. no kidding. mark actually left to go look at women's shoes. the brocade jacket is FREAKING BLUE. darn darn darn darn darn. NOT GOOD.
see how blue it is? now, i am color blind (seriously) and totally thought this was reason enough to blame mark for this serious oversight. he was not amused. this sales guy was good though. he sternly looked at me, standing there in my bridezilla "there's 18 days till my freaking wedding" haze and said, "CALM DOWN. BE HAPPY. IT'S FINE." well, it's not fine, but we were in nordstrom and i was warned prior to entering the mall that we weren't going to have another neiman marcus scene. the nice man found us a pair of $250 pants that were blue, but so dark they are black. he hates them because they're pleated. he only wants flat front. here's a pic of mark in the 1st (yes 1st) ensemble.
ignore the bad hair and vacant expression, he was in the middle of talking about how bad his hair looks post baseball hat...
ok. this is not my dream look, but whatever. i'm still having a serious meltdown at this point, we tried on the yellow and black ties and i think mark's neck is still red from me tugging on him, poor guy...so i HATED the ascot. i think it makes him look like an old man, he didn't like it either. so nice sales guy and i go on a hunt for the perfect tie and voila i find it (at least one thing is going right for me today) here's a pic of the tie and his super cool shirt.
so we're done. $700 later we leave nordstrom and head for the car. thank god we were going to the world's largest liquor store (specs for all you texas people) because his next statement is the reason i have a glass of wine next to my glass of airborne miracle drug water. he has the NERVE to inform me that this new outfit doesn't make him look "fantastic, hot, etc." he now wants to wear a tux. meanwhile, the ENTIRE FREAKING TIME that we were in the galleria, he didn't like tuxes, wouldn't even let me suggest a tux because they are, "so prom." i keep silent through our next 3 stops and inform him that we are not speaking. upon arriving home, lindsay22 called to see how i was. i informed her that she needed to read this entry later on this evening. all the while ordering him a tux online. i'm done ladies. done. so now mark will have 2 options for the wedding. i threw some money at the problem and hopefully have made it go away.
tux pic
moral of this story? my fiance is a girl. jk. that was mean. at least he got a super cool, fabulous, gorgeous tie (picked out by me of course) that matches my yellow roses and his bout.