You are very astute. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, however, since you asked I must go ahead and air our dirty laundry, so to speak. No, Tony doesn’t actually own his tux. I asked him again just to make sure, and he admitted that it wasn’t his. Now, to ward off any further inquisitors–I do not know where it came from. Nor do I really care. (And he would never tell me anyway.)

And it’s not like I own one either. It could be argued that the powder-blue with ruffles did belong to me, but only because I stole it. And the one that made me look like a Confederate general was a rental, and it didn’t last half the night. The only other possibility would be the senior-prom ensemble, and that was merely a coat/jacket with long tails, I didn’t even wear the pants. It was during the time that I believed orange vinyl was a good decision. Distinctive. I had no idea it would make my legs sweat so profusely. And, to be honest, they looked better on Steffen anyway. (Don’t tell Tony!)