but without wishing to be overly negative, I didn’t.
I was best man for one wedding, and an usher for another. Didn’t enjoy either time. This shouldn’t be taken as a criticism of either wedding party, as, in both cases, the planning was taken care of by others, and there were no last minute stresses and strains.
The wedding I was best man for took place in Hawaii, right after I started my current job. I hadn’t accumulated vacation time, so I had to pretty much fly in and out during Thanksgiving weekend. Not fun. No bachelor party because the groom didn’t want one. I’m not much for bachelor parties myself, so I wasn’t bummed.
One amusing thing that happened was that before the return flight, I bought a shitload of those shell necklaces for the people in my office. In that same bag I packed a book. Looking back, I guess that this rectangular object with a whole bunch of wires protruding from it might very well look like a bomb.
Anyway, I’m not much for ceremony, so that’s probably part of the reason I didn’t enjoy it. (I did give a toast; quoted Shakespeare, and it went over pretty well, I suppose)
I’m also man enough to admit that envy probably played a role in my relative unenjoyment. Not having a girlfriend compounded the situation, too.
The best thing is, most of my friends are now married. After being sucked in twice, I’m pretty determined that I won’t be in any more weddings, until mine.
Which means I won’t be in any more weddings.
So as not to end on a negative note, you’ll get a lot of help from others in your planning. And even if you botch the toast, who’s going to remember it a year from now. Or even the next day?