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I Need Your Help.
Like, pretty damn bad.
I am going to be the best man (yes, dammit) at a wedding in August.
My limited knowledge of a best man's duties is limited to arranging for strippers at the bachelor party. Since this particular bachelor party is apparently not going to include strippers, I'm off the hook there - but there's got to be more to it than that. If any of you have any best man experience (your own, or what the best man's functions were at your wedding, or maybe just what you've heard from friends, relatives, coworkers, homeless people, etc) please, for the love of christ, lay it on me... because I got absolutely nothin'.
Oh, and I've never been to Idaho either, so feel free to help me out on that front also.
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Monday March 31st at 4:17pm from Jenny +
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The best man is basically charged with celebrating the change from single to married, normally with all guys, though you've blown that one already.
Just make it a great night out, steak dinner, a couple of great bars, cigars, all the things he probably won't get once he's married and has kids.
Well, technically, the groom blew that already by asking me to be his best man. That makes a lot of sense, though. I totally get it. Thanks, Farley!
Steaks and cigars actually sounds pretty good to me. It's been a loooooong time since I did the cigar thing.
Of course, you could just hit the Hot Rod Cafe and get fucked up on Duck Farts (it's a drink). After enough alcohol, the groom won't remember what happened anyway. :)
I don't know anything about being a best man, but thought I should mention that the RSS feed is screwy again (last 20 posts are reappearing).
I like your anti-spambot question.
I never made it to best man, but I've been in three weddings just standing there looking stupid and burning up in tuxedo. A friend of mine got married in Canton, Ohio where I was not-so-best man- but in the lineup. Them were the swinging single days and I remember seeing the bridemaids. There was only one who was really super hot. I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, and kept thinking- "please pair her up with me, please pair her up with me". Low and behold- we got paired up so the night wasn't all that bad afterall even though I was still pissed at my friend for making making cough up $120 for tux. I know this doesn't really help any, Jenny- you probably don't want hooked up with the hot bridesmaid.
And there was no best man at my wedding- just us, the kids, and a judge. The whole things was about eight minutes long and there was no mention of the word "God" at any point. My dream wedding. Then we had our reception at a nearby truck stop where I got a steak cooked so rare it moooed and a baked potato about the size of my head.
I know none of that helps either. But if any of your friends need a priest who will unite them in holy matrimony under the divine guidance of Batgirl and the Justice League- I'm there.
Erik: I, uh... do I want to know why they call that a Duck Fart? I mean, based on the ingredients, it *sounds* good, but I'm slightly concerned that it's named after something that comes out of a duck's ass. Hmm.
Evan: I really don't know what to tell you. I'm now reading Jennyville in an RSS feed myself, and mine doesn't do that (it will only bring a post up again if it's been edited, and it's always just one - never twenty). Neither does Mr. Ville's. Is anyone else having this problem?
Re: the anti-spambot question, funny story, actually: When it was first implemented, Mr. Ville joked that it was going to prevent both the spammers AND regulars from being able to post. We laughed about it until I realized, the next day, that no one had commented since. Two days later, we were starting to get worried. He came really close to posting "It's nine, by the way." It was a bit of a relief when someone finally posted a comment on the third day. It has, however, continued to keep the spammers at bay, thankfully. Addition is apparently not their strong suit.
Elvis - I probably don't want hooked up with the hot bridesmaid? lol
If I had to take a guess, I'd say the groom's ideal ceremony would involve an officiant of the Flying Spaghetti Monster variety - but I'll let him know one of the Batgirl and Justice League variety is also available.
"I probably don't want hooked up with the hot bridesmaid?"
Hey, I didn't want to come off like I was closed minded or something :)
You'll have to forgive my occasional dinginess, Jenny. The women I work with tell me I got blond roots. Hell, I ate at Ritzys in Clarksburg for like four straight days before someone back at the office had to tell me it was bar. And I wondered why all those guys sitting next to me were drinking mugs of draft beer and why it was perfectly cool to smoke while I scarfed down chili dogs and french fries.
Hah, we ate at Ritzy's quite often in NWT, to accomodate those in our group who liked hot dogs and/or smoking.
We all liked beer, of course, but as you know it's firmly disallowed while on the clock. Unfortunately.