I came a bit late yesterday night at past eleven in the evening. My friend and I went shopping for his wedding attire. His original plan was to wear either "Barong Tagalog" or "suit" but, after short persuasion, I've convinced him to wear suit instead of barong, which I don't understand what makes me like this clothing... he, he, he!
Perhaps you've read novel, life's style column in a magazine, or even saw a movie that relates to this story. I suggest you should see
Made of Honor and
My Best Friend's Wedding for fun, and exciting experience.
Anyway, let's go back to the shopping details... I was suggesting my friend a variety of choices from tie, shirt, suit alike, as if I am an expert... he, he, he! But, in the end I let him choose alone, not to put him in dilemma if I insist my idea, a suit from various brands that are tailored in Italy. Yeah! You read it clearly not a single one is made from China or India. I even joked that I envy him wearing such a pretty expensive but, nice wear.
After going over with the fabric's quality thoroughly, my friend finally decided. He chose his type, paid the bill, and so do mine for the groceries I bought, then off we left. While on the way to Pizza Inn to bit some for dinner (sounds so Italian, huh!) before going home, I greatly enjoyed our talking, confessing, teasing, laughing, blah, blah! a very long, long story to mention here.
I must admit that though I feel happy for my friend's wedding, I also feel sad that I cannot attend personally, that I am not able to see the solemnization of his matrimony.
Nevertheless, the important thing for me is that at least I know, my friend will be the happiest man on earth on his wedding day, marrying a wonderful and lovely lady, and who is wearing a suit branded by Franco Martini.
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