My Best Friend Gets Married

by agoodnow

My best friend got married this weekend.  (for those who are counting at home this is wedding number 15 I have attended)

I was nervous.  Really, actually nervous about my best friend getting married.  Is that weird?  I mean, it wasn’t like I was tying that knot.  

The more I thought about it the more I realized that this was more about a transition than it was anything else.  My other friend’s getting married didn’t seem like it had a huge effect on me.  The only change in most cases is that  I rarely get to see them sans wife.  No big deal, for the most part, I like my friend’s wives. 

But this one had more of an impact on me.  It really made me start to think about a lot of things in my life.  Relationships.  Or for that matter, the lack thereof.  Do I want to be in one?   If so, with whom?  Can I manage to find one that works in a functional manner?   Is that something I want/can handle?  Who would be the right girl for me?  Have I already met her? 

I have gone through life taking the relationships that I have been in for granted.  Frankly, I have taken the women who I have been with for granted.    That’s tough to think about.

Thoughts about where I want to be in life both physically and figuratively.  Can I handle being in New York for another three years?  More importantly, can I handle NOT being in New York?  I love it here and I hate it here every single day.  There is always something to do, yet it feels so lonely at times.  There is an isolation I feel in a city swimming with people.  It is a uniquely odd feeling.

But enough about my feelings of “What the fuck is Andrew doing with his life?”

The wedding was great.  It was obvious that a lot of people spent a lot of time putting it together. 

I saw some people that I had not hung out with in years.  My high school friends were all there. 

I also had the pleasure of spending a good deal of time with SR’s two brothers (We had a tri-best man thing going on)  They are by all means two great guys and it was truly an honor to be thought of in the same light as them. 

I gave one of two best man speeches.  His brother’s was much better than mine.  You can’t beat a brother’s heart felt words.  It just doesn’t happen. 

The speech went well, but no matter how good it was (or wasn’t)  it would never have been good enough.  It is hard to sum up just how much I love that kid and his family.  Impossible actually.  Standing up there and keeping my composure was not easy.  I was nervous and I do not get nervous about public speaking.  I like it.  It gives me a rush.  I was  nervous because I wanted to say things that would make he and his wife smile, that would recognize how much his family has meant in my life, and how genuinely happy I am for him.  That’s not easy and I don’t think I hit the nail on the head, but I gave it a shot. 

That speech would never have been perfect because there aren’t words for what I wanted to express.

It was  a night filled with both fun and laughter.  I met some fantastic people.  I danced (That’s right.  White guy dancing was in effect!).   I got to spend quality time with my friend’s.  I got to thank his parent’s for everything they have done for me. 

As far as weddings go it was top notch.  It was damn near perfect.

It was a great way for my friend to begin his marriage.   He deserves it.

Have fun in Italy Steve and Kate!!!!!