We tried many times to hash it out through rounds of negotiation; I would suggest a full-body tuxedo print tee, she would say no. I would suggest a tee worn beneath my formal-wear, she would say no. She would suggest I wear a T-shirt for only the non-ceremony portions of the day, I would say no.
Things went on like this for months without us deciding a definitive course of action and now the big day is upon us and I'm stuck for ideas.
I have nothing.
I'm standing here in my Lithuanian hotel suite, stripped to waist, with only my formal shirt for company. If it could talk, it would try to reassure me that everything will be fine, that looking dapper is important today and that all this silly T-shirt nonsense can wait until tomorrow.
Well you're wrong, 'shirt'!
What do you know anyway? You haven't the first idea about my challenge because you've been locked away in a sleek-looking garment caddy for several months! You collary jerk!
Oh God I'm talking to a shirt.
I hope people in the other rooms didn't hear that.
Nerves.
It must be nerves.
Am I nervous Shirt?
Maybe Shirt is right, maybe some things - my wedding of all things - are more significant than my challenge. Maybe my wedding is the one thing that can rightfully come between me and my will? Maybe today can be my day off?
Ok Shirt, you win. No T-shirt today. The challenge has been paused.
And for everyone reading this who isn't my fiancé, BAM! Wedding T-shirt with hidden text on the back beneath my suit:
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