Friday, July 22, 2005

A week of wed.

I was in California for the past week for my brother’s wedding. So it’s really not my fault for not updating this site. Blame Sam and Sarah’s undying love, not me.

I got to be the best man. At least one of them. I was the one who handed the ring over to the groom, so I guess that makes me the better best man. Or does that just make my co-best man the better man while I retain the best man designation?

Who knows? Who cares?

Along with ring dispersement, my responsibilities also included serving as a mic stand. My brother decided to write and sing a song for Sarah onstage, and with me being the closest upright object, I got recruited for microphone-holding duties. Unfortunately, I kept holding the mic in front of his hand-held lyrics, so my brother yanked away the sound-amplication device midway through and finished up the song without my hindering aid.

I guess that’s why they make microphone stands out of stainless steel rods and not half-Filipino guys in tuxedos.

I’d have to say that all in all, the only thing to really suck during the week was my pairing off with a particularly attractive maid of honor. For most people, this would be a good thing. Unfortunately, I am a shy piece of shit, and developing hopeless crushes on incredibly cute girls that I am required to walk arm in arm down an aisle with rarely works out for me. I could barely even talk to the girl. Most of the time I was either standing there silently next to her like a loser or avoiding her at all costs.

So if anyone reading this knows Vanessa Castro, please tell her that Andrew McCash thinks she’s lovely and that he would love to see her smile again on any occasion. If I were to attempt to say so myself, I would probably vomit uncontrollably in fear.

And I’m pretty sure that’s a turn-off.

As for Sam and Sarah, I’m glad they found someone that will love them for the rest of their lives.

I can’t even find someone to love me for five minutes.