You Know It's a Special Occasion....

when the clothes you are wearing, or your "outfit" in girl talk weigh more than you do. It is unreal how fucking awesome our wedding clothes are (great fucking pick whoever made it, the vests look so so so sick) and us guys are going to look so fucking pimp. The only problem is, I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a 10 page set of instructions and a series of maps that will put "National Treasure" to shame, to get dressed in the morning; so many layers and little gidgets and gadgets, half of which I don't even know what the hell they are.