In a couple of weeks I will be serving as the best man for my friend’s wedding. It will be in name only, I assure you. The role of best man comes with certain obligations, such as organizing the bachelor party, renting a tux, and giving a speech.
I’ve been told that there will be no bachelor party. Stags usually take the form of strip club, poker night, and/or golf outing. The Groom has no interest in strip clubs or poker (Yes, it’s a heterosexual wedding, he just doesn’t like that stuff). The wedding is in St. Louis and most of the wedding party will be from out of town. Thus, not many will have golf clubs, so that got nixed as well (I’ll have my clubs just in case).
They set up the tuxedo rentals from Men’s Warehouse. I was measured and paid in Omaha and the suit will be shipped to St. Louis where I’ll pick it up the day before. I didn’t know they had that kind of program, but I like it. What I didn’t like was shelling out $120 for a suit that I’ll wear for 10 hours. It seems that I could buy a tux for not too much more than that. I really don’t have much occasion to where one though.
Then there’s the speech. Like most people, I have no great love of public speaking. On the other hand, I it’s not at the top of my list of fears like it is for some (even higher than death). I do know that I hate listening to best man toasts as they are usually long and boring. I aim to keep mine short and interesting, but no small task that. I’ll be shooting for 60 seconds or less and jam packed with humor. I perused The Best Man. It’s a nice site – well written and lots of good tips.
This, and a few other, sites that I visited also seem to think that I should be decorating the car. I have no interest in that and will try to avoid that duty if at all possible.
I suppose I’ll have to get them a gift, too. The Groom is 36 years old, so at this point in his life he should have pretty much everything he needs. I think I’ll get him a box of Macanudos and a bottle of Tangueray. It’s what I would want.
I also need to remember to load up on caffeine the morning of the wedding. They’re Catholic, and if the weddings of my youth are any indication, that means two hours in an unairconditioned church in the sweltering Missouri heat. Fun!