Stepson: It's blue. Several different shades of blue.
NM: Have you actually seen the dress?
SS: Yes. Why?
NM: Because we'll need to match your tie and cummerbund to your date's dress. That's why you need to know the color.
SS: Really? Why do I have to do that?
NM: It's tradition. That way you match your date.
SS: But I don't want to wear a blue tux!
NM: No, the whole tux doesn't have to be blue. Just the bow tie and cummerbund.
SS: Do I have to? I want to wear all black and white.
NM: Well, it's tradition.
SS: I just want to look like James Bond.
So you can imagine the look I got when we got to the tuxedo rental place last Friday and the first thing the salesman asked Stepson was "What color is your date's dress?" Oh yea, I got a look that communicated "Did you set this up in advance?!?"
Lucky for him, they were out of the color he needed to match. So he got his James Bond wish. And MiniMe and I got to tag along for the embarrassing tuxedo fitting. Below is the experience captured on film from MiniMe's perspective.
By the way, I surprised him and paid for the tux to make up for using him as Blog fodder (and for being such a good sport with his little sister and her video camera).