Drag King*

Because I am the most awesome friend that ever existed EVER, as a favor I went to pick up Hooker’s tux for Tacky’s wedding (part II) which we are both attending on Sunday.

Picking it up was such an ordeal (“Hi I need to pick up my friend’s tux.” “Wait…you need a tux?” “NO I AM PICKING UP A TUX FOR MATT HOOKER.” “You need a tux for a hooker?” “GRRR!”), that by the time I got home I kind of wanted to throw the tux right out the window. But instead, I called Hooker, told him I got the tux and that I was going to put it on and dance around my living room. His only response was “Haha. You should.” And I was like “No I’m not kidding, it’s half on right now.”

Fifteen minutes later, taunting him with the fact that he was at work (hungover) and I was having fun running around in his ridiculously expensive tux (seriously, if it’s that much to RENT a tux, how much does it cost to friggin’ buy one?), I sent him the following pictures.

The most disturbing part of this (you know, besides being dressed up like a man) is that I called him up to tell him that the tux was going to be way too big on him. Because I know his size? Because I had a list of what he had ordered for the tux? NO.Because I put the tux on and could tell by the way it fit me.

HUH?

Yeeeeeah. Hooker and I are nearly the same size. Keep in mind that I am 5 foot 4 and he is 6 foot 3.

As a woman, I feel there is something so wrong about that. But moreso, there is something so wrong with the fact that he looks better in my leather pants than I do.
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* Title courtesey of the Sarah.

** Also if you tried to comment yesterday and didn’t see it show up, that might have something to do with the fact that at last check last night I had 2 comments awaiting moderation. When I woke up this morning, I had 1,287. I wasn’t going through all of those, so I deleted them. What is up with Wordpress 2.0.5? So far… not impressed.