I was dying to come share this today but FI made me promise, no "grouping" while we were out doing wedding stuff today.
Went to men's wharehouse for final fittings. I'm sitting there while my 6 and 8 yr olds are begging FI to buy them tuxedo jackets for school. And I hear these 4 guys going back and forth. They sounded like some catty snobby stuck up women. I'll admit I'm a people watcher, it keeps life fun.
I pin point a voice knowing that's the groom, turn my head and yep, total Groomzilla. Saying things like "you guys don't hear me, just shut up and listen to me" and its my wedding not a funeral so you can't dress like its a funeral. Someone says "the colors are black and white, we look like penguins at a funeral". Groomzilla gets all huffy and ticked off how they have to find a way for them to not look as good as him (dude wasn't all that IMO).
FI kept nudging me to stop watching them so I turn my back and keep hearing him tell the guys they don't get a say, they only came to get measured they will wear what he says or they can just stay home. In all this I did figure out that 2 of the guys were his brothers.
Had to share my amusement of the day. :-)