Being at a wedding on Saturday, listening to my sister holding back the tears (of joy, presumably) as she said her vows, reminded me of being least worst best man at Cynical Ben's wedding almost a year ago. So overcome was he, that I had to give him a big hug before he could get the actual words out. He's not so cynical after all, even after I played Phil Barclay's 'Short Fat Ben' at the disco later…
He's also on magnificent blog form at the moment, both over at
his place and in the comments section of mine. Jo deserves some kind of accolade for their 11 months of marriage…
Update: As Dan points out in the comments, it is indeed 23 months since Ben and Jo married - how time flies, and how senile I am. It was my brother who married last year. He managed to make his vows very confidently.
6 comments:
11 months? Are you going senile? You organised an anniversary present for them last year!
Thank you for the correction. Sorry to sound like an angry pedant earlier, but we expect better from the least worst best man.
You didn't sound like an angry pedant. Much less angry than at the beer festival…
Well, I am offically the worst best man. Anger is one of the many 'lifeskills' I bring to this challenging role....
Struggling to spell 'officially' is another key skill.
Let's not argue, you were all three of you perfect best men. It will indeed be two years in a month and five days. The hot air balloon awaits.
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