Being the best man in a wedding comes with responsibilities. You have to get fitted for a tux. Pay for a tuxedo. Pick up a tuxedo. Wear a tuxedo. THEN, and only then, You have to drink all the alcohol so the groom doesn’t get too drunk. Then give a drunken speech. I should mention the best man doesn’t get to pick the tuxedo or where it’s coming from. Good for American Commodore, bad for me. Apparently they took several bad measurements the first time because my tuxedo was too tight and too short, which created too much of a hassle — I had to make a return last-minute trip to pickup my reorder. This has only happened at American Commodore. And I’m a career best man. Congratulations J&S!