I would venture to say having some esoteric knowledge in the haberdashery field can pay off. There I was helping out at my local clothier, I guess I can never truly retire, because I just enjoy the industry. The phone rang and answered, and the next thing I knew I was going to be a fireman and put out a fire. One of the customers at the store was at his country club with the groom and the groomsmen and they were having trouble trying to tie their bowties for the coming nuptials. They all had their phones linking to sites trying to accomplish this task, to no avail, and the limousine was coming to whisk them all off to where the ceremony would take place, and they were a bit concerned (I won’t say frantic). Since I was the only one at the store, that could tie a bow tie, I was off on a mission.
I found out what room the men were at, and I got a chance to see the dining room that the reception was going to be at, later on that day and it was wonderfully decorated and I was sure that it was going to be a grand affair. First off though, was getting them fully dressed and I walked into the room to see if I could help. I felt a little nervous as there were a wedding photographer and a videographer there recording the men as they prepared for the event. The bow ties were in several stages of attempted completion, and I just went and started making the ties look proper for the event, and we were joking about how easy I made it appear. I told the men, that I cannot tie a bow tie if I am looking in the mirror as I get all befuddled, but that I can do it, by feel and then adjust it afterwards in the mirror. As all of this was being recorded and I knew that I was working against the clock, I proceeded as quickly as possible. Then I went and adjusted everyone’s pocket squares in the breast pockets of the tuxedoes, so that they would all match for the pictures. They all thanked me, and I wished them a grand time and a future of happiness to the groom, I joked and said that if they find a stray bottle of Latour ’61 that would cover my services, and a few of the men that understood my little joke did laugh and agreed.
As I was getting ready to leave them, as the driver of the limousine had arrived, the customer of the store looking resplendent in his tuxedo escorted me to the main entrance of his club, and stopped at the main desk and requested a bottle of wine, to give me as his token of appreciation. I balked, as it was not necessary and that I was glad to have been of assistance. I left a few minutes later with a bottle of Silver Oak Alexander Valley Cabernet Sauvignon 2010 as a gift. I was honored, as this is a wonderful bottle of wine, and I have had the pleasure of enjoying this wine at other times. As I was walking back to my car in the parking lot, looking at the “limousine/bus” that was waiting to whisk the men on their journey, I was getting a bit nostalgic and thinking of singing a song to my self, but I couldn’t decide if I should channel Joel Grey, Louis Armstrong or Liza Minnelli because as the back label of the wine states “Life is a cabernet