I'm on my blog to write up Meg's birthday festivities, but I have to take minute first for a brief note. Last night, in preparation for a big 100th Anniversary of the ND Men's Glee Club event that we're attending this fall, Nathaniel tried on his old tux with tails. He bought it Freshman year, upon being accepted into the Club. So that's a solid 20 years from right now. And of course it fit him.
Of course it did.
To be fair (to me, not him), I will say that the pants were the tiniest bit snug, but wearable if needed. (He owns another tux from when he made his 4th degree in Knights of Columbus, and those pants are ONE whole size larger - punk - so he might wear them instead). The shirt and the vest and the tails all still fit fine.
Must be nice. To just hover around the same size your entire adult life. Without giving it a second thought. And while drinking beer. And eating candy.
Hmph.
6 comments:
I'm so excited for you guys that you're going to the reunion. That will be so fun! And I can't even comment on the pant size thing ... wow!
And if a man ever needs to lose weight all they have to do is cut beer and ice cream for a week and they're down 10 lbs.
So obnoxiously true, Kelly H.!
To be fair, it's not as easy for all guys, even ones closely related to him. ;)
That is annoying. I'm with ya sista!
ARGH. That would annoy me too.
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