I've attended several weddings recently, because apparently at I'm at an age where this is what people do. Not me, mind you. But lately, it's not uncommon for friends of mine to tie the knot. Regardless, this means that I've had more wedding-related adventures lately.
Start with my friend's wedding a few months back. I've known the guy since middle school, and we have a bunch of mutual friends. So, they figured since we were all in town, everyone minus the groom would get together for brunch before the wedding. That was fine, only we discovered during the course of said brunch that one of them (a girl) wanted to go shopping for a different outfit. Now, the rest of my party happened to be composed entirely of females, so they agreed to help her shop. Seeing as how we had carpooled and one of them was my ride, I agreed to also tag along.
Now, I've been shopping with girls before, but it's not like I'm a connoisseur of female fashion. So as the girls would casually throw out comments like, "that looks too Forever 21-y," I would be confused at times. Me being me, I figured I'd do something about my confusion by asking questions. So, I got a very quick crash course in female fashion. I'm still not a connoisseur, and I've probably forgotten a good amount of what I "learned," but I picked up a few things.
Anyhow, we went our separate ways, but agreed to meet back up a few hours later (to again carpool). I arrived on time, got dressed quickly, and waited for the girls. One of them needed Pepcid, so I volunteered to pick it up from the store while they finished getting ready. What else was I going to do, anyway? So, I made a run to the store and came back right as things were wrapping up. I didn't think much of it, but apparently those two things earned me points.
In hindsight, this was probably very good training for the next wedding I attended. This one happened to be in Canada, and my friend's luggage was lost/delayed. We both flew in on the same day as the first event for the weekend (we got in at 1PM-ish, and the event started at 7PM-ish), so she had some time to try to recover from this turn of events. So, we went shopping. This time, I wasn't outnumbered by girls, as the best man was also around. Still, we both helped her by pointing out outfits, standing in lines, zipping up zippers, finding items on sale, and generally not being useless.
The funniest part was when she needed a dress in a different size. I was tasked with finding that same model, and she gave me directions to where she had found the dress. I dutifully walked over and started looking. However, I very quickly realized that pretty much the entire rack looked like "black dresses" to me. So, I just asked one of the ladies who worked there for help. Sure, I could've figured it out, but we were in a rush. The lady chuckled a little bit, but she was very helpful. Dress in hand, I walked back and delivered the spoils of my quest.
The last bit of wedding fun came later that same weekend. At one point during the reception, the groom announced, "to my friends and family, one quick favor. I know you guys haven't partied with my bride's side of the family, but they don't play. It's borderline ridiculous. So, I need you guys to bring your A-game out on the dance floor. My mom NEVER dances, and she's agreed to do her thing. That's the kind of commitment I need."
Well, I'm usually up for a challenge, so I figured I'd see what I could do. A small amount of alcohol later, I was chatting with a friend about how the song that the DJ was playing sounded like a really quick salsa beat. We decided that it wasn't originally meant as a salsa song, but it was probably possible to give it a go. And seeing as how a small amount of alcohol was involved, "it's probably possible" sounded a whole heck of a lot like "let's try to do this." So, we broke out a little bit of salsa. I will readily admit that I could have done a better job of leading, but we made it work. It probably didn't hurt that my friend is a dancer, and she made it look good regardless of what I screwed up, either.
Did anyone on the bride's side break out the salsa? Nope. Like I said, it was all my dancer friend. But I stepped up to the plate, dammit. I'd like to think that in some small way, I helped score a victory for my buddy. Realistically, no one was really keeping score, but it was good fun and we notched a few points for my friend. That's good enough for me.
Anyhow, all of this leads me back to the title of this post. Somehow during the course of all this, someone dubbed me the "Wedding Superstar." It's not exactly a nickname I like (talk about pressure), but I've been called worse. Still, don't be surprised if you hear me ask the Mild-Girlfriend about clothing, or if I want to practice my salsa skills.
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