Yeah, so, last weekend I attended my last wedding of the year … I think. I mean, someone might drop a wedding invitation on me before 2013 is over, but I doubt it.
My longest friend Amanda and her good man Brock got hitched in the most fabulous 1920s-themed wedding. It was really awesome. My sister Michelle and I were bridesmaids, so we were really decked out for the theme – headbands, flapper dresses. I was worried that people wouldn’t embrace the theme, and the only ones dressed up would be the wedding party.
I was so wrong. Amanda and Brock’s people were into it. They were decked out! It was the bee’s knees. I would love to share photos with you, but the happy couple has asked us not to share photos of the wedding via social media. Maybe that’s part of the theme?
It should surprise no one to learn that mighty, mighty good man David already had a 1920s suit in his closet. Vintage clothing is one of the many things David is into. He loves that stuff, so he was right in his element.
Well … maybe I can share just one … I mean, Amanda and Brock are on a plane to Italy right now. They won’t notice, right? It’s just one little photo of me and David …
Hmmm, you can’t really see my super-cute headpiece in this photo. Well, I have this one photo that wasn’t actually taken at the wedding. It was taken at my parents’ house after the wedding. That doesn’t count, right?
OK, OK. I won’t share anymore photos without permission.
So, as a member of the bridal party, it was my duty to give a toast. Now, I have been in seven weddings as an adult, more than 10 weddings if you count being a flower girl as a kid. I have always whined my way out of giving a toast, but Amanda asked me to give one, and I couldn’t say no to my longest friend.
Public speaking is not my thing. Like most people, I fear public speaking more than death, but less than a room full of spiders.
I beat cancer, and I pushed a baby out of my uterus without drugs. I usually walk around feeling like there’s nothing I can’t do, but apparently that doesn’t include public speaking. Lame.
This is a stupid fear considering I’m totally fine sharing ultra-personal details about myself on this blog, and it’s available to be read by anyone for years and years, yet I can’t say a few words in front of strangers about one of my longest friends; a few words that they will totally forget about the next day unless I say something horribly offensive or racist. Offensive could happen, but not racist. That’s more my dad and/or brother’s thing.
Also, I used to go the Ronn Owens radio show on KGO-810AM every few months back when I was a TV critic. That didn’t bother me at all. It was like I was just talking to Ronn, so I didn’t feel the need to vomit before I went on the air. Now, I can barely muster up the courage to speak in our monthly marketing meeting at work in front of six people.
The toast was just hanging over my head for weeks. I was dreading it. I wrote the toast, and I retooled and tweaked and tinkered. I had other people read it. I really worried and fretted about this toast. I think it went pretty OK, though. I did get all choked up in the middle, which is embarrassing. While I’m all about crying about beer commercials at home, I try to keep it together in public.
Still, several people approached me after the toast to tell me how much they loved it, which is a huge relief. I didn’t want to let Amanda down or disappoint her with a crappy toast.
So, yeah, we had a great time at the wedding. Amanda and Brock have great friends. We had such a good time I think we stayed until 12:30 a.m., which is way past our bedtime. Scandalous!