So far this weekend has been an assortment of random acts, from the minutely planned (the bride) to complete chaos (the groom) that's come together into a wedding where nothing went wrong. I was sure there was always something going wrong. Just one more day then I get to go back to work to recover from it all.

Oh and apparently we're the first party of groomsmen that has ever done final fittings and picked up their tuxes on the day of the wedding at that rental place. Kinda makes you proud doesn't it? There's some sort of thing where you're supposed to come in for a final fitting a week or two before and then pick them up the day before. Pfft amatures, do it all at once crazy like, thank goodness that mine was the only one that needed altering and that was just a quick hem job.