TRL,
Golly, your mention of finding the right outfit for the wedding brought back fond memories of my own wedding day over forty years ago.
We figured we'd better not put it off too much longer or we might be exchanging our vows in the maternity ward.
Pat (my beautiful, young bride) and her mother insisted on a formal wedding. She wore a nice maternity dress, a new pair of sneakers and had her armpit hair done in neat braids.
They forced me into a clean tee shirt and the best pair of blue jeans that I owned (only had a hole in one knee); made get a haircut and trim my beard. Even insisted that I take a shower and dig at least some of the grease out from under my fingernails.
It was a real formal wedding, Pat's Dad's 12 gauge was painted white for the ocassion and he kept it resting lightly against the back of my neck throughout the ceremony; whispering all the terrible things he was going to do to me for deflowering his lovely daughter. (He never made good on any of those threats, Thank God!)
Pat refused to ride to the reception on the back of my old army surplus Harley, she rode with her folks and her Dad even let us use his new Chevy to go to the racetrack that night.
Nice wedding present.
IIRC we won our heat, then topped that off with a good finish in both the semi and the feature, brought the racecar home in one piece for a change.
Nicer wedding present.
Pat still puts up with me and my foolishness after all these years.
Nicest wedding present of all.
Have a great time and wish the lucky couple the very best from a dirty old man up here in the wilds of New Hampshire.
