Tuxedos

<--- Why do I look like some reject from the early '90s? Yeah, it's tux time. 

After the agonizing soul-searching that Nicole did while deciding on what wedding dress to buy, I looked forward to the relatively easy task of picking out tuxedos for me and the groomsmen. We stopped at Men's Warehouse in downtown Manhattan yesterday. I chose MW for three main reasons: 1) it's close to my job, 2) it has a lot of locations to rent from, and 3) they have top hats (ok, just kidding on that last one). Unlike the 647,000 options Nicole had to choose from, the Groom has it relatively easy: black tux (I tried to talk Nicole into one of these, but she put the kibbosh on that), black shoes, black socks. The only real choice was to decide what color the vests and ties would be... but I think I will leave that as a surprise for now. Nicole took pics of the whole thing (naturally). Note my sour face below perusing the catalog and then how I look happy when it was all over.