Another one bites the dust - Joe and Sarah actually went through with it. They are now officially Mr. and Mrs. JDog. Congratulations, kiddies.
It was a great weekend, beginning to end. Some highlights:
- At the rehearsal dinner, Maura (the uber-hottt maid of honor) and I played "Sing the 80's TV Theme Song." She claimed to be unbeatable so I quickly stumped her with my very first try (Throb, a little known sitcom about a record company co-starring Jane Leeves as "Blue." Bow before my massive loser skills). The grandparents at the dinner were, in a word, bored out of their fucking skulls.
- The morning of the wedding, I pulled the classic, almost cliche, best man save when Joe and I were about to leave for the ceremony:
Joe: Let's go.
Me: Do we have everything?
Joe: Yup, let's hit it.
Me: Do we have the ring?
Joe: (embarrassed silence)
- The ceremony itself was original and beautiful. They got married at an old movie theater we all (Sarah grew up one town over from Joe and me) used to go to as teenagers. Joe made a tear-jerker of a movie/slide show to play before the ceremony. A brass quintet played Beatles songs. Our friend the MCat, with the help of a few valium, managed to officiate the ceremony without having a patented MCat Freakout or his signature move - the MCatplosion (TM).
- When we saw the stunning vision of Sarah coming down the aisle, Joe turned to me and said, "This is going to be a rough one." Damn straight. The whole ceremony was a raw and emotional half hour for all of us. I've never had two people I'm this close with get married before. It was a little hard to keep it together. My main focus was to not distract from the couple's powerful and touching exchange of vows with my laughably unmanly sobbing.
- At least I got through my toast without crying... oh wait, I wept more than an oversensitive 4-year old on National "Your Favorite Puppy Dies" Day (it's a Canadian holiday). It was tough - I knew I was going to say some emotional things and I knew I was going to tear up a bit, but it all hit me at the worst possible moment: right there on the microphone. No one seemed to mind, although Joe's dad did call me a "fag." He insists he meant it in the best possible way.
And with that, my best man duties were finally complete. It's hard to express in words how honored and thrilled I was to stand by as two of my best friends declared their burning love for each other. It was an amazing experience that I'll never forget. So thanks for everything, guys.
It was a great weekend, beginning to end. Some highlights:
- At the rehearsal dinner, Maura (the uber-hottt maid of honor) and I played "Sing the 80's TV Theme Song." She claimed to be unbeatable so I quickly stumped her with my very first try (Throb, a little known sitcom about a record company co-starring Jane Leeves as "Blue." Bow before my massive loser skills). The grandparents at the dinner were, in a word, bored out of their fucking skulls.
- The morning of the wedding, I pulled the classic, almost cliche, best man save when Joe and I were about to leave for the ceremony:
Joe: Let's go.
Me: Do we have everything?
Joe: Yup, let's hit it.
Me: Do we have the ring?
Joe: (embarrassed silence)
- The ceremony itself was original and beautiful. They got married at an old movie theater we all (Sarah grew up one town over from Joe and me) used to go to as teenagers. Joe made a tear-jerker of a movie/slide show to play before the ceremony. A brass quintet played Beatles songs. Our friend the MCat, with the help of a few valium, managed to officiate the ceremony without having a patented MCat Freakout or his signature move - the MCatplosion (TM).
- When we saw the stunning vision of Sarah coming down the aisle, Joe turned to me and said, "This is going to be a rough one." Damn straight. The whole ceremony was a raw and emotional half hour for all of us. I've never had two people I'm this close with get married before. It was a little hard to keep it together. My main focus was to not distract from the couple's powerful and touching exchange of vows with my laughably unmanly sobbing.
- At least I got through my toast without crying... oh wait, I wept more than an oversensitive 4-year old on National "Your Favorite Puppy Dies" Day (it's a Canadian holiday). It was tough - I knew I was going to say some emotional things and I knew I was going to tear up a bit, but it all hit me at the worst possible moment: right there on the microphone. No one seemed to mind, although Joe's dad did call me a "fag." He insists he meant it in the best possible way.
And with that, my best man duties were finally complete. It's hard to express in words how honored and thrilled I was to stand by as two of my best friends declared their burning love for each other. It was an amazing experience that I'll never forget. So thanks for everything, guys.
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The last time (and only time) I was in a wedding was when I was 9 years old, when I bore the ring for my aunt and new uncle, and when I literally outleaped 20 grown men to catch the garter belt, not having the faintest idea of the embarassing situation that would get me into.
And in fact the only non-family wedding I've even been to was my friend Debbie's and Brian's a couple years ago back in our hometown. But I'm ready. Bring it on, people.
Brendo, I don't remember an occassion where you didn't cry like a ninny.
Although this one sounded like it was deserved.
Last shows, weddings, babies - I swear I haven't cried as much as the last month or so than when I was like 2.
Oh, and I'm also on the rag.
Sweet. But do YOU know the theme song to Throb?
I sure did. Scamper is covering it at the next show.
"To the beat, to the beat, to the heartbeat..."
I'm going to agree with you on one point and disagree on another. Are you ready?
1) The wedding was beautiful.
2) I wouldn't say you BEAT me in the 80's sitcom theme game as you also missed my first challenge. Plus, I did recall Throb the show, just not the theme song. I'd therefore like to refine my initial statement: I am not untieable (sp?), but remain unbeatable.
Supreme.
Fair enough. But I stand by my "uber hottt" comment.
That (combined with the wiles employed to acquire your new, sparky black bracelet) has me agreeing with you that you can, in fact, "charm the pants off of any girl."
That was private drunken bar talk, baby. Let's not start sharing bar stories, eh?
hold on, rewind.
keith, were you not in (or at) your own wedding?
i'm so confused.
and bar talk or not brendo, you are a charming sonofabitch
No Stacy, Keith was not at his own wedding. I went to the Bahamas with Alena's dad and we filled out the necessary paperwork.
wow, he spent a lot of time photoshopping himself into those wedding photos as well.
thanks for clarifying
Pssst... he said "non-family" weddings.
psst..that was after the first comment of the following:
"The last time (and only time) I was IN a wedding was when I was 9 years old"
Oh for crying out loud.
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