When Mickey Met My Husband's Tuxedo Disaster on Formal Night

I should've known something was off when the garment bag arrived at our cabin on embarkation day with a tag that read "LARGE – EXTRA LARGE." My husband Mark stood there, holding it at arm's length like it might bite him, and said, "I specifically ordered a medium." This was my first clue that formal night on the Disney Magic wasn't going to go exactly as planned. We were celebrating our fifteenth anniversary with a seven-day cruise, and I'd been looking forward to formal night since we booked the trip six months ago. I'd packed my favorite navy dress – the one that makes me feel like I'm in a movie – and new heels that I'd been breaking in around the house for weeks. Mark had decided to rent a tuxedo instead of wearing a suit, which I thought was adorably romantic. "I want to look fancy for you," he'd said when he ordered it online before we left. Sweet, right? Well, that was before the tuxedo arrived looking like it was tailored for someone who played professional basketball. "Just try it on," I suggested, trying to stay positive as we stood in our cabin on Deck Seven. The Disney Magic is absolutely gorgeous – our cabin had a porthole that looked out at the ocean, and the soft hu…