Thankfully that problem has been solved. While I originally got frustrated and decided to take my revenge on the fashion world by dressing like Rod Roddy for the wedding, I came upon a tailor shop in the mall and within twenty minutes left with a nice blue shirt, tie and black pants.
I kept asking myself why such time had to be wasted on clothes that I would wear only once and would most likely never get the smell of booze off of.
"It's tradition," my father explained, sounding a lot like Tevye.
Right now, I'm just glad this is done and am looking forward to my vacation, the wedding, the food, the (hopefully) open bar.