I love Mr. Puffer. I mean, I must, considering we made seven trips to pick out his tux for the wedding. S-E-V-E-N. It took me less than an hour to pick out and pay for my [insert insanely high price here] wedding dress, but choosing his $170 rented tux (that will be fully comped) blew our stress levels up by a ton.
Now I know this would be the perfect opportunity to brush off the Groomzilla title again, as I have before. And I’ll admit to posting a vent to some of my friends while we were on our sixth trip. But before I start name-calling, there’s a little more to the story.
Because our ceremony starts at 7:00 PM, and we’re getting married in a pretty formal setting, Mr. Puffer decided he and the groomsmen will wear rented tuxedos. (We’re not mandating a dress code for our guests.) Buying a tuxedo was out, as he rarely has need for one, and he didn’t want to buy a nice suit because he wanted all of the guys to match. Renting was the cheapest option for Mr. Puffer, his groomsmen, our dads, and my bridesbros. And once he’d made that decision, he was psyched to go out and try on some dapper tuxes.