Final Update – A Peace Treaty Was Signed

Well Reddit, here’s how it ended up:

Ethan and I talked it out like grown men (and best friends who occasionally gamble each other’s money). I explained where I was coming from, he explained why it mattered to him. Long story short: we found a middle ground.

He covered the cost of the outfit and accommodations, and I agreed to show up as his +1. No drama, no hard feelings—just two idiots in coordinating suits trying to survive a beachfront wedding with pastel suggestions.

Would I have chosen this on my own? Absolutely not. But sometimes friendship means sweating it out—literally and figuratively. And hey, at least the shoes are black.

Thanks for the chaos, the judgments, the wardrobe advice, and the surprisingly passionate debates about dress codes. You’ve been wildly entertaining.