Because We Needed a Posse

Now that I've gotten the severe weather-ness out of my system, back to more fun topics :-)

 

I should have started with a disclaimer that "Objects and subjects in this story are more disorderly than they appear." Meaning that the product of writing about a wedding six months after the fact is a more subject-based storyline than a chronological one. So, we reach the subject of attendants, which I will mostly address from my side of the aisle.

 

One the first things we had to think about was who would we have up there with us for this shindig? We knew who we wanted to perform the ceremony, if he was willing. My good friend Katie (who is like a little sister to me) is married to a music minister (who happened to be my orchestra director at the church I had been attending). We wanted him to perform the ceremony, which would be his first wedding to officiate. I think we surprised him when we asked, which was kind of awesome.

 

Next, attendants. Now, I pretty much had mine in mind, depending on how many we decided to have. Jo and Briton were no brainers. The aforementioned Katie. We both thought we should have Natascha, because if it hadn't been for her, we would never have met in the first place. And of course, my future sister-in-law Amy. But among those people, choosing a Maid or Matron of Honor would be difficult. We were sitting at my parents' dining room table one morning very shortly after the engagement, sorting through our posse. I mentioned something about his sister and my brother and said, "It would just make so much more sense if my brother was over with me." To which he replied, "I couldn't think of a better Best Man than Amy Bass." So, Brother became my Man of Honor and Amo became the Best Woman. Such a simple solution. We both would have been honored to have them up on either side, but it just made more sense to us this way. It was our day and we would do what we wanted!

 

The fun part, of course, was telling each of them. Since we were in Broken Arrow, I got to tell Matt that day. He and I went to go do something, so we climbed into his truck and I said, "Matt, I have a question for you." He looked at me nervously and said, "Oookay..." "Will you be my Man of Honor?" "Sure!" You see, rather on a lark my brother had gotten ordained online a few months before (he was helping his boss do it so he decided to as well). He was sooooo afraid I was going to ask him to perform the ceremony that any other request was cake! We got a good laugh out of that one.

 

A few days later we were back in Norman, having a few beers at Abner's Alehouse. Amo and Norquis stopped by while we were hanging out. Bird decided this was the moment to ask her to be his Best Woman. He starts describing all these qualities of a Best Man in terms of things that she has done for him in the past. She is just sitting there, evaluating in her head who he could be talking about, while I'm trying not to smile and Norquis has already realized that Bird is talking about her. Finally, Bird stops and says, "Amy, will you be the Best Woman at our wedding?" and she just kinda sputters, sits back, and agrees wholeheartedly. A highly amusing scenario!

 

And the photos are: Matt and Amy walking back up the aisle, Bird and his Best Woman, me and my Man of Honor