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This past weekend (Saturday), one of my clients took the plunge and got married. My client is actually a state senator, and my firm that I own did his public relations for his successful re-election campaign this November. The groom (my client) is a nice guy but....well, I will just leave it at that, and his lovely bride was even more lovely than usual. The wedding was a daytime wedding, with an early sit down meal around 5 p.m. I decided to wear the following to the event:
Coppley MTM Navy Suit
Polo Tweed Herringbone Vest
BB Dress Shirt
BB Dark Brown Suede Tassel Loafers
Polo Wool Tie
Polo Pocket Square
Polo Knee Length Top Coat(pictured at the bottom of the post)
And even though our beautiful writer/poster, Cerebral does not think I should be wearing a waistcoat, I think it makes the outfit special. As I mentioned in yesterday's post, it is very cold here in my neck of the woods, and I felt that I needed the extra layers. In addition, the tweed waistcoat added a casual laid back look to the more formal peak lapel, two button single breasted suit. In addition, I combined the navy suit with a casual dress shoe (tassel loafers in dark brown suede). Now, had the wedding been in the evening, I would have worn something completely different.

Now, as I mentioned in the title, my wife and I did have plenty of fun at the wedding reception. The food and company was great, and we had a grand time. But, one of the most interesting things in the evening was one of the memories this wedding returned to my mind. The memory that returned to my mind was the first girl that I stole from her male partner she was engaged to. I performed this feat as I was a sophomore in college, and she was a couple years older (senior). She had been with the gentleman for four years, and engaged for a year and a half. They were to marry the summer following her graduation. After some careful prowling and late night phone calls, I realized that her man did not have a firm grip on the situation. Therefore, I slowly but shirley began to discuss her relationship with her until she felt a comfort zone with me. Finally, after several lunches and nights on the phone, I got a call at three o'clock in the morning. It was a distressed and no longer engaged girl calling to tell me she had just dumped her man. And guess what, she went on to tell me that she did this because I made her realize how a man should treat a woman. Now, I admit, I did fall for this girl in my reckless youth and we dated for a while. However, my arch nemesis from high school (TG) (I will explain why in another post) eventually gave me a taste of my own medicine, and he stole my flame away.
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Regardless, of the fact that TG stole my love of the moment away, it all worked out. Because if he had not done that, I would not have stolen the heart of the girl that I really love, my wife. Who is in fact much nicer and much more beautiful than my collegiate flame ever thought about being. Plus, I saw her (collegiate flame) the other weekend, and well, she has not aged that well. Anyway, I wish the good Senator and his new wife well, and I look forward to taking his money again in two years.