Several years back at a good friend's wedding the Maid of Honor convivnced me (the Best Man) to trade outfits with her for the reception. She looked much better in my tux than I did in her backless size four dress
. The poor priest could hardly keep a straight face as he handed me the microphone to make my speech in front of 250 people with flashing cameras. Strange thing is that I was stone sober through all of this
.