my cousin called today to ask me if i'd be able to go for a tux fitting tonight because he wants me to be one of his groomsmen at his wedding. he's getting married next weekend. according to my sisters, he's been telling everyone but me for three months that he wanted me to do this for him. he just didn't bother to ask me until a week before the wedding. very nice of him, especially now in the post-holiday season where i've had to budget two months out to be certain that i'm not caught by suprise by anything, leaving me with very little extra cash. bah! weddings suck, cousins suck and tuxes suck. even worse, my cousin has terrible tastes in just about everything (except fiancées. she's sweet), which means it's probably going to be one ugly-ass tux.