Finally, man.
So, I've been in six wedding parties in my life. I've been to about three kabillion, though.
But every wedding I go to, whether I'm in the party or not, I try my God damndest to catch the garter everytime. Tradition says that you'll be the male to marry next if you catch it, just like the woman who catches the bouquet is the next female to get married.
Last night, at my brother's wedding, where I had the part of third groomsman, I made a promise to myself to catch it. I kept my promise.
I stood in front, which is within reason, since I'm a wee bit short. All my tall brothers and cousins stood in the back, while a bunch of ten-year-olds, the bride's short cousin and me stood in front. Ryan overlooked the small crowd at which he was to flick this thing. I pointed to myself with a look on my face like, "dude, you know you gotta throw it to me... you know..."
Then the dorky ass deejay who reminded me of Steve Buscemi, but skinnier and weaselier (yes, it's possible) said, "okay, Ryan close them eyes and turn around!" Then he made Kayla, my new sister-in-law turn him around in circles.
"Let him know where you are, guys," the dorky deejay shouted.
"Right here! Ryan!! It's your baby brother, man!" I give myself credit for being the loudest one, by far.
Mr. Pink counted down. "Three... two... one...!"
FLING!
A bit to the left, yet still easily in my range, I reached up and snatched it before anyone else had a prayer to even see where it was. I caught it and no one even noticed. "Where did it go?" I heard someone ask. Mwahahaha.
I was destined. It was right to me some might say.
So, anyways, just wanted to let you all know that I rock.
But every wedding I go to, whether I'm in the party or not, I try my God damndest to catch the garter everytime. Tradition says that you'll be the male to marry next if you catch it, just like the woman who catches the bouquet is the next female to get married.
Last night, at my brother's wedding, where I had the part of third groomsman, I made a promise to myself to catch it. I kept my promise.
I stood in front, which is within reason, since I'm a wee bit short. All my tall brothers and cousins stood in the back, while a bunch of ten-year-olds, the bride's short cousin and me stood in front. Ryan overlooked the small crowd at which he was to flick this thing. I pointed to myself with a look on my face like, "dude, you know you gotta throw it to me... you know..."
Then the dorky ass deejay who reminded me of Steve Buscemi, but skinnier and weaselier (yes, it's possible) said, "okay, Ryan close them eyes and turn around!" Then he made Kayla, my new sister-in-law turn him around in circles.
"Let him know where you are, guys," the dorky deejay shouted.
"Right here! Ryan!! It's your baby brother, man!" I give myself credit for being the loudest one, by far.
Mr. Pink counted down. "Three... two... one...!"
FLING!
A bit to the left, yet still easily in my range, I reached up and snatched it before anyone else had a prayer to even see where it was. I caught it and no one even noticed. "Where did it go?" I heard someone ask. Mwahahaha.
I was destined. It was right to me some might say.
So, anyways, just wanted to let you all know that I rock.