It's noon on a Friday. Sitting in my buddy's office, I overhear that an extra ticket for a super swanky black tie affair taking place in Downtown LA that evening just became available. The ticket is mine if I want it. YES!!! Only problem is...I don't own a tux. My friends who were going to this "party of the year" had gone to The Men's Warehouse weeks earlier to get theirs as they were told it takes 5-7 days from when you go in to get fitted to when you can pick up your rental. I have just under one hour to figure this out, as they are set to leave at 1pm sharp, no exceptions.
I'm brand new to Temecula and not familiar with any shops in town. I quickly jump online, and sure enough the first place I call says that they don't actually carry inventory in the store, but I could probably go straight to their distribution warehouse in Anaheim and get one there. ANAHEIM!!?? My friends chuckle and think it is cute that I'm even trying. "Man, there is NO WAY you can pull this off. It would be awesome if you could go, but it's just not feasible. Maybe next year." I'm just about to believe them and throw in the towel, but I never like being told that there is no way I can pull something off. To top it off, I knew I would have to hear for the next 364 days about how amazing it was and how it was too bad I couldn't have gone with them. So I scroll through the listings quickly and take a one last shot.....
Shae, the owner of Class Act Tuxedo answers the phone and I explain my situation. To my surprise, she says come on down and we can get you out of here in 20 minutes. I slam the phone down and assure my friends that I can pull this off. I now have 45 minutes to get to Class Act, get fitted, drive to my place in Harveston, let my dog out to go to the bathroom, pack an overnight bag, and meet them at their house.
Five minutes later, I'm literally storming through the doors of Class Act like a bull in a china shop. Shae immediately springs into action and starts measuring me. Measuring me? Don't you get it, THE CLOCK IS TICKING. My friends WILL leave me if I'm not there by the time they leave. At this point, I'd be OK with stripping a tuxedoed mannequin and taking my chances that it fit. I was in a panic.
Luckily for me, Shae didn't absorb my frantic energy. Over the course of the next few minutes she had me trying on approximately 5 different pairs of paints, shirts, shoes, etc. She wasn't going to give me just anything, she was going to make sure I looked GOOD!!! We agreed on a specific look and she went into the back room to get it all together while I filled out the paperwork. I was in and out of there in less than 20 minutes and fitted to the 9's with a KILLER tuxedo wardrobe to boot. Everything was included. The price was MORE than fair. She was so excited that we were able to make it work. It was like having a personal costumer, cheerleader and consultant all rolled into one.
My friends were in utter dis-belief. In their minds, my chances of getting it worked out hovered right around 0%. Not only did Shae work it out, but I looked the part to fit right in with the LA royalty crowd that this event catered to. I thank my lucky stars that the Universe aligned me with Shae and Class Act Tuxedo, as it turned out to be one of the most memorable nights of my life.
Obviously I'm now a huge fan of theirs. I couldn't recommend them highly enough. They are literally miracle workers. The tux I'm wearing in my profile picture here is the finished product of Shae's amazing, amazing work. CHEERS!!!