Chris very rarely dressed up. He didn't own a suit, and he never planned on it. He skipped all the fancy meetings that work asked him to go to, or even worse, the "parties." He didn't feel like standing around in an uncomfortable suit for hours just to talk to some assholes.

But this was different. He was getting married. He couldn't show up with his flannel that has tigers on it.

So he had you help him. You took him to some store for grooms, and had him try some on. He may have taken it as a joke for a few minutes.

He came out with a bright, BRIGHT neon green suit on and held him arms out. "Do I look hot?"