Vicky the Groomsman
Earlier this week, I received a surprise call from Stacy. I assumed the purpose of his call had something to do with the upcoming ECU vs. VT football game, but he had other things in store. After a introduction and a joke (which I didn’t get at first) he said, “So anyway, would you like to be a groomsman at my wedding?”
Hell yeah! I’m all over that shit!
So come November 10th, I’ll get to escort one of the lovely bridesmaids down the aisle. I suspect I’ll earn a pass to the rehearsal dinner which means I’ll get more face time with Stacy’s parents. And being up in the thick of it, I’ll get one of the best views of the vows there is! Add all those to the preexisting list of items I love about weddings (topped by “cake” and “dancing”), this promises to be one of the best weddings ever! I’ve very excited about participating.
How excited? In researching what I was getting into, I ran across a online forum where a bride was fretting about her fiance’s selection of a woman as a groomsman. One of her worries was:
Where would they get ready?
It is a question I never would have considered. But I’ll tell you what. I would pretty much change anywhere to fulfill my duties at this wedding. With the bridemaids. With the groomsmen. My car. The raunchiest of portapotties. It doesn’t matter– whatever it takes! 🙂