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My brother got married yesterday. And he asked me to be his best man. Part of the job of course was to stand right next to him through the whole thing on the lookout for anything and everything he might need, give him support as he goes through an emotional rollercoaster ride.

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(Sign reads: I’ve got sand in my eye…”)

And there was the dreadful task of delivering a speech leading to a toast. This is what I came up with:

Best man speech. (Whoa…)

I did a bit of research and I discovered that the concept of a “best man” came from German folklore. The groom selects a man he trusts to accompany him in his search for a bride.  And when he finds one, there remained a real threat that the bride’s family would attempt to forcibly get her back, so the best man remained at the groom’s side throughout the marriage ceremony, alert and well-armed. This is true. You can ask Google. It’s a good thing nothing of that kind happened a while ago. It would have been really unfortunate given the fabulous outfits we’re all wearing today. If at any point I looked nervous in the wedding pictures and videos, that thought was the reason. To Leah’s family, a very big thank you for not changing your mind.

The Internet also said that in the modern world, the role of the best man has evolved. He’s now supposed to lead the toast and give a speech. I told myself, “that we could handle.”

Let me start off by redefining what a best man is, at least for this wedding. Today, I am not really the best man. I was standing right next to the best man. None other than the groom himself, my younger brother (who is sometimes mistaken as my older brother), Mark.

And this is what I have to say to the best man and his beautiful bride as they start on their happily ever after…

Look at all this stuff, isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think that your life is complete?
Wouldn’t you think you’re now married to that girl
And you now have everything?

Look at this place, new stories unfold
Look at your bride and her hand you now hold?
Looking around here you’d think
Sure, you’ve already got everything

You’ve already got gadgets and gizmos a plenty
You’ve got clothes and watches galore
Those thingamashoes? I know you’ve got twenty!
No one cares, no big deal,
Don’t want more.

Together you walk, together you run
Together you stay all day in the sun (while Leah’s under an umbrella)
Wandering free
You should always be, part of each other’s world.

But for sure there’ll be tough times, for sure there’ll be misunderstandings, so what do you do?

Let it go, let it go!
Don’t hold it back any more.
Let it go, let it go!
You can turn away but don’t slam the door.
Always care what you’re going to say.
Don’t let the storm rage on.
The cold shouldn’t bother you anyway.

And to all the guests tonight who are not able to see the adventures of this couple on Facebook, I would like to give you a bit of an idea about their love story as I ask all of you to raise your glasses for this toast.

Their love story is like a…

Tale as old as time
It’s like a tune as old as song
Sometimes bittersweet and strange
It’s about finding you can change
It’s about learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the BEST.

Ladies and gentlemen, all together now!
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the BEST.

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(The you-may-now-kiss-the-bride moment from the best man’s seat in the house)

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(Me and the real “BEST MAN”)


I took this photo of my 2 year-old daughter a few nights ago.  Why?  Because I was fascinated about the amount of milk she consumes.  I’m not really sure if it’s well within normal limits for her age but what I find funny is the way she’d consume her 10 bottles every day.  If there’s such a thing called MILKOHOLISM, then I think she has it.  She shares all the tell-tale signs of an alcoholic.

1.  When she’s sad she drinks.

2. When she’s mad, she drinks.

3. When she’s happy, she drinks.

4. When she’s tired she drinks.

5. She drinks when she’s eating.

6. She drinks herself to sleep.

7. She wakes up in the middle of the night looking for a drink.

8. She likes drinking alone.

9. When milk runs out in the house, she throws a fit.

10. She doesn’t think that she’s having way too much milk.

I don’t think there’s a Milkoholics Association in our area so what kind of intervention we’ll come up with should be a subject of a future post.