My Best Friend’s Wedding: Volume 3

Posted by Nora | Tuesday May 24, 201116 comments

....Or, what I learned from falling on my face in front of 250 people.

I’m of the school of thought that being in someone’s wedding party is an agreement that involves your complete subservience through the planning and execution of the wedding. They want you to buy a teal, turtleneck-maxi dress that costs $500? Done. They want you to shave an eyebrow to help disguise the groom’s partial alopecia? Fine. They want you to write an original poem with themes of love, desire and dolphins to read at the groom’s dinner? Consider it done.
 
So it goes without saying that I’m theologically opposed to making a scene out of the grand march. You know, the part where they announce the names of the bridesmaids and groomsman as they enter the reception, warming up the crowd for the arrival of the real stars of the show: the bride and groom.
 
When my groomsman texted me before this weekend’s wedding to say he wanted to “coordinate a little shimmy” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly dislocated them. No, I explained on the rental trolley to the reception, there will be no shimmy. We will politely wave and take our seats like the class acts that we are. This is not our wedding, this is their wedding. We are witnesses in matching outfits who are here to bask in the glow of their spotlight, not to take it for ourselves.
 
But then the grand march started. And the ushers whisked away the flower girls in elaborate dances to much applause. Did you read this? Much Applause. I didn’t even know that I craved the sound of two human hands slapping together in rapid succession until I heard it then and there. And by that time, I needed it and I needed it bad. So I said fine, groomsman. Pick me up. Give me a twirl. Let’s give these people a show.

And that’s what we did. The kind of show where a grown woman in Spanx gets dropped on the dancefloor in front of 250 hungry and slightly drunk people, to a collective gasp. The kind of show where she recovers with the grace and dignity of a confused ostrich. The kind of show where he ends up gathering her limbs up and carrying her off the dance floor anyway. The kind of show where she wonders if she could have dropped some more lbs. before this wedding.
 
In another lifetime—for example, when my backpack broke open in front of the entire baseball team my freshman year of high school—something like this would have caused me such mortification I would need to hide in a bathroom stall until the reception ended. This time I laughed it off and nodded when my friend’s fiancée mouthed to me “blog about it.” I was slightly embarrassed but mostly entertained by the fact that I had gotten exactly what I deserved: a bruised ego, a sore knee and an online article exposing my narcissism and bad coordination to a larger audience.
 
Next time I will smile and wave, as planned.
 
There’s no way I’m alone here, right? What’s your most embarrassing wedding moment?

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on May 24, 2011  Nora said:

@Becky @JSkim...stairs are ALWAYS a struggled for me!

on May 24, 2011  jskim07  50 said:

@Becky
same here, on the stairs to work this morning. My two coworkers were with me though!

on May 24, 2011  Becky  13,128 said:

Nora you poor poor child! I'm not laughing, really, I'm laughing with you :) But your Nerd Wife really cracked me up!! That's a hilarious story! lmao :)

Unfortunately I don't have any wedding embarrassing moment stories, my everyday is one fun filled embarrassment after another. Just today I tripped over my own foot and fell head first into the street, with the entire streetcar watching. And then fell backwards when climbing up the stairs 'cuz my heels missed a step and slipped, causing me to fall backwards. The silver lining: thank GOD no one was standing behind me!!

on May 24, 2011  Creamsicle  60 said:

Nora, the MC didn't announce the wrong people, it was done on purpose! And yes, you have long since been forgiven, Ali. Although, it is still a bit of a sore spot ;)

on May 24, 2011  Nora said:

Ali that is awesome! And the DJ is clearly at fault there. At my sister's wedding, I gave a little toast and described her as her new husband's "nerd wife." Unfortunately, the hearing-impaired side of my family heard it as "third wife." Lesson learned: SPEAK LOUDLY. And don't call your sister a nerd.

on May 24, 2011  Ali de Bold  STAFF said:

Nora, I'm dying here. Dying.

In fairness this was not your fault. He's the one to blame for dropping you and you did voice your concerns about the whole spectacle to begin with. Still, this is amazing and I wish I could have been there to witness - I mean support you.

I did a grand entrance to my brother's wedding except what we did was very bad. We stole the bride and groom's thunder. As it happened, my brother married someone with the same name as me and she had a cousin with the same name as my brother. Further, at the time we all shared the same last name (I wasn't married yet) and her cousin though not remotely related had the same last name as my brother.

So when they announced the newly weds walking into the reception, Mr. Andrew and Alison X, we proudly strode into the room to great confusion. It was funny to my family who realized the names were the same but there were many there who were wondering who we were or if the DJ had made a mistake. My sister in law was none too pleased. She has since forgiven me and we are great friends, and though I thought it was hilarious at the time, I probably wouldn't do it now. Now, I probably wouldn't do it.

on May 24, 2011  TammyK  1,073 said:

That is absolutely hilarious. I wish I was there to see it.

on May 24, 2011  mamaluv  STAFF said:

Can't top or even meet that, Nora - you're just too good :)

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