He got married years ago.
But wait! There's more. He got married in July, and he was therefore suitably attired in the full soup-and-fish...the white suit and tails, with rented patent leather shoes and all.
Thus dressed, he was on his way to the church for the ceremony when he ran out of gas on Silver Spring Rd. (Note to prospective grooms: fill up the car before the rehearsal dinner!)
Now, I was not there to see this, but according to the groom himself, he saw a man mowing his lawn right by where his car conked out, and he got out of the car and ran to the man running the mower, asking if he could get some gas out of the little gas can in the driveway. And as the story goes, the man had some sort of Scottish accent and sounded just like Angus Young when he burred, "Nooooo laddie ye cain't 'ave me gas; I'm tryinnnn' ta cut me grass."
And the quick-thinking man, as the seconds ticked away to his altar appointment, waited until Lord Cheapenberry took his mower around the house to the back yard, and grabbed that gas can, and poured every drop of precious petrol into his car, and drove off, tossing the empty can back into Macbeth's driveway.
He got to church with minutes to spare.
In my dotage, I am often asked for advice by young men about to take their first dip in the matrimonial waters. I always tell them to take a towel along. Then after we all finish laughing, I get down to the serious nitty gritty about marriage. Not really about how to BE married; that's up to every participant to work out. I'm talking about how to GET married, specifically, what to do when you're a man tying the knot with that special someone.
Pick up your rented clothing well in advance.
Try on EVERY SINGLE ITEM that comes in the vinyl suitbag...including the tie and including checking that there is a cummerbund (pause for laughter) and enough shirt studs (again). There is nothing worse than seeing a guy with a bandana around his waist because TuxedoLand forgot his cummerbund, or with his shirt cuffs closed with paper clips.
On the day of the wedding, show up on time, dressed as you were told, be reasonably sober, and take your place in the background. As it should be, all the attention will be on your lovely bride. Your big day will be Opening Day for baseball, or when the monster truck show comes to a coliseum in your town. This is HER day, so smile and pose and take wet sloppy kisses from Aunt Mildred and dream of Bigfoot.
Like any other actor, know your lines. Yours are "I do," "I love you," and "Isn't this the tastiest cake you ever had?"
Every man who wears a cummerbund gets to feel like he's Benedict Cumberbatch, whether he wants to or not.
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