If you think getting married is nerve-racking, try being a best man.
You’re expected to mind stuff, write stuff and be totally sane throughout. ‘Tis mad altogether.
We want to make sure all you future best men are going in with your eyes open. So here are ‘Expectations v Reality’, the best man edition.
Expectation: An Octoberfest stag in Bavaria. Definitely.
Reality: An October stag in Bundoran. Raining.
Expectation: Writing the speech will come naturally to you. Sure you’ve known this guy for most of his life.
Reality: …
Expectation: You’ll definitely get a free suit. It’s a certainty.
Reality: That free suit will have to be back at the rental store by 4:30 on Monday.
Expectation: You reckon your dancing will look like this.
Reality: Your dancing actually looks like this.
Expectation: The jokes in your speech will go down a treat.
Reality: Is that the mother of the bride crying?
Expectation: You’ll get to score the hot bridesmaids.
Reality: You’re related to two of them and the other one is your brother’s wife… so that means you won’t get the score them, just in case you’re still uncertain.
Expectation: Once the speech is over, your job is done.
Reality: Apart from making sure the rest of the day goes off without a hitch.
So there you have it, the refreshing truth about being a best man. Now, just make sure you don’t forget the rings.
Sprite, the truth is refreshing.
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