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My Best Friend’s Wedding

I suppose right now would be a good time to reflect on my best friend’s wedding, but what’s to reflect on? He got married! What more is there that could expound on that? Here are some bullet points that give a bit of detail on the wedding:

-The church was laid out in such a way that it looked like it was a small community church trying to be a megachurch.

-The wedding was basically a Catholic mass. I now know that my wedding will not be a Catholic one.

-The wedding involved the reading of letters the bride and groom had written to each other. Rob and Val both later told me they didn’t expect the Minister to read the whole things, just certain excerpts. Between the wedding and the reception, my folks and I sat at a nearby Tim Horton’s sipping coffee and discussing that aspect of the wedding. We all agreed we probably wouldn’t want that. My mother parodied it, saying “Dear Diary: We met and hated each other. It took three years for anything to happen.” (This is actually true for my parents.)

-15 years and I still don’t know the Electric Slide.

-I wasn’t told that purple was the main color. So my showing up in a gray suit with purple accents was entirely a coincidence.

-My father threatened to make me walk home if I spent my time slamming drinks. What did I do? Slam drinks. I guess I sweated out the toxins on the dance floor because I never even felt buzzed.

-This was the first wedding I ever gave gifts at. I went with a series of pictures I took because, first of all, they’re more personalized, and second, they were supposed to be for both the bride and the groom. I could have gotten one for the groom pretty easily, but I haven’t known the bride for very long. I like her but I don’t know her very well, so I ended up giving something that could help decorate their house. And a large bottle of wine.

-As I walked around introducing myself to various guests, many of them pointed out that we had met before at either the April Buffalo Meatheads barbeque or the St. Patrick’s Day celebration in South Buffalo. After awhile, I felt like such an ass for forgetting so many of them that my introduction line became “Hi, we haven’t already met at the Meathead barbeque or St. Patrick’s Day festival, have we?”

-The Best Man was Rob’s brother Matt. Sadly, he got sick the day of the wedding and had to leave in the middle of it, and he didn’t show up at all during the reception.

-The table next to mine kept banging their glasses. It got so annoying that after awhile I wanted to get up and crush them.

-The final song played at the reception was Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.” I didn’t realize it was so popular in this city. Maybe it’s because I was gone so long and never really noticed it before.