Maybe not the best man, then. But the top three of those who were there. | Fredrik Backman
It came to pass that as a weekend in July, we can, for example, assume that it was this weekend, my wife and I went to a wedding. It happened to be my best friend R who married, and he had therefore equipped himself with three best men: her brother, our friend, O, and me. The bride had the same process has taken an executive decision that all the best but would ekiperas in black suit and bow tie, and this tie would go in theme with the wedding theme colors. This theme color happened to be mint green.
You can of course rely on the groom's brother, our friend, O and I did our very best to make this feel like a fully credible spin on the US military superelit strength "The Green Berets", but it was unfortunately pretty birthday songs quickly that streetcredden around northwest Skåne for The Mint Green flies were significantly less than we had hoped for. I, who by God happens to be given a head of the size which I have been forbidden to try out T-shirts in most clothing stores if I do not leave a cash deposit in the cashier birthday songs first and thus do not directly appear birthday songs smaller if ekiperas with a knot bow just under the chin, felt early in the day as if I was dressed to be a waiter in a farewell to retirees oompa loompier.
I came across it, of course, with a mixture of my boundless love for the bride and groom and the local availability of Jägermeister. So on the way to the ceremony, I was relaxed enough to directly answer "jajaja, no problems" when the groom asked me to be in charge of the wedding rings.
"All you have to do is take them out when the woman in the blue dress has finished singing his opera piece in the beginning!" Said the groom. "All you have to do," he said. And it hears well now possibly to the point that the groom's brother acted one half of the hosts and our friend O was toastmaster, otherwise why members birthday songs of the elite force DMF already had significant responsibilities for the wedding. That I would keep the rings on the 20-minute route from the groom's home to the marriage itself appeared not directly as an overwhelming weight to carry.
And I actually like that we stop for a second time now and notes that my task, verbatim, was to be ready with the rings "when sung opera piece finished." You heard the man. And a few hours later that day, when the opera piece was sung completely in the wedding ceremony, after the last note died away in the tower room of the medieval castle where we were, when I stood in place behind the bride and groom on the most romantic and perfect day in their lives . With rings in his hand.
Sure. I was a little sweaty. birthday songs It was me maybe. I can admit. But I had a black suit and bow tie on me and it was terribly hot inside the castle. In addition, the actual wedding ceremony was held at the top of a small plateau above a spiral birthday songs staircase, where the bride and groom and wedding entourage stood, while the 70-80 guests were downstairs. And it became like extra hot up on that plateau since heat actually rises and all that is not truant from physics in high school or is hung with little in the Donald Duck pocket know like it. And besides, the whole wedding entourage has been photographed in a lot of different formations around the castle all morning and at one point we were asked to jump before it becomes apparently brazenly image. And then I took out the rings out of his pocket, because I'm like no fool so I get it after all that if you jump with wedding rings in his jacket pocket so it asks the like of dropping them on the floor and then stand there like a damn fan when it's time for the wedding ceremony and Arlanda frisk herself with rising panic and told the groom hiss "you've had one job!".
I did the "I-when-my-toes" -hoppet. I did "check-I-jump-higher-than-pyramids" -hoppet. I did "åneeej-I-faaalleeer" -hoppet and I did the "cannonball" -hoppet. I even made "Hoho-me-floating-in-legged" -hoppet.
And then went the whole wedding entourage up the spiral staircase to the little plateau, and then did not I bring my 7-Eleven bag for it had not actually taken the opportunity to stand with a 7-Eleven bag in his hand in the middle of the ceremony for the 7-Eleven bag is actually not mint green. It is more common green. Mainstream Green. Green Beret. So it had not matched birthday songs the DMF. I think of stuff like that. Because I am a total concept.
And then came all the guests in and filled the hall beneath the spiral staircase. And then step the couple up. And then began the woman in the blue dress singing a completely heartbreaking beautiful opera piece and everyone birthday songs was crying. And about halfway into it, I started patting myself everywhere on the suit as if I had gone eighteen-nineteen verses too far into the song about Father Abraham.
So I ran. So I did. I ran to my wife (who is now happening
It came to pass that as a weekend in July, we can, for example, assume that it was this weekend, my wife and I went to a wedding. It happened to be my best friend R who married, and he had therefore equipped himself with three best men: her brother, our friend, O, and me. The bride had the same process has taken an executive decision that all the best but would ekiperas in black suit and bow tie, and this tie would go in theme with the wedding theme colors. This theme color happened to be mint green.
You can of course rely on the groom's brother, our friend, O and I did our very best to make this feel like a fully credible spin on the US military superelit strength "The Green Berets", but it was unfortunately pretty birthday songs quickly that streetcredden around northwest Skåne for The Mint Green flies were significantly less than we had hoped for. I, who by God happens to be given a head of the size which I have been forbidden to try out T-shirts in most clothing stores if I do not leave a cash deposit in the cashier birthday songs first and thus do not directly appear birthday songs smaller if ekiperas with a knot bow just under the chin, felt early in the day as if I was dressed to be a waiter in a farewell to retirees oompa loompier.
I came across it, of course, with a mixture of my boundless love for the bride and groom and the local availability of Jägermeister. So on the way to the ceremony, I was relaxed enough to directly answer "jajaja, no problems" when the groom asked me to be in charge of the wedding rings.
"All you have to do is take them out when the woman in the blue dress has finished singing his opera piece in the beginning!" Said the groom. "All you have to do," he said. And it hears well now possibly to the point that the groom's brother acted one half of the hosts and our friend O was toastmaster, otherwise why members birthday songs of the elite force DMF already had significant responsibilities for the wedding. That I would keep the rings on the 20-minute route from the groom's home to the marriage itself appeared not directly as an overwhelming weight to carry.
And I actually like that we stop for a second time now and notes that my task, verbatim, was to be ready with the rings "when sung opera piece finished." You heard the man. And a few hours later that day, when the opera piece was sung completely in the wedding ceremony, after the last note died away in the tower room of the medieval castle where we were, when I stood in place behind the bride and groom on the most romantic and perfect day in their lives . With rings in his hand.
Sure. I was a little sweaty. birthday songs It was me maybe. I can admit. But I had a black suit and bow tie on me and it was terribly hot inside the castle. In addition, the actual wedding ceremony was held at the top of a small plateau above a spiral birthday songs staircase, where the bride and groom and wedding entourage stood, while the 70-80 guests were downstairs. And it became like extra hot up on that plateau since heat actually rises and all that is not truant from physics in high school or is hung with little in the Donald Duck pocket know like it. And besides, the whole wedding entourage has been photographed in a lot of different formations around the castle all morning and at one point we were asked to jump before it becomes apparently brazenly image. And then I took out the rings out of his pocket, because I'm like no fool so I get it after all that if you jump with wedding rings in his jacket pocket so it asks the like of dropping them on the floor and then stand there like a damn fan when it's time for the wedding ceremony and Arlanda frisk herself with rising panic and told the groom hiss "you've had one job!".
I did the "I-when-my-toes" -hoppet. I did "check-I-jump-higher-than-pyramids" -hoppet. I did "åneeej-I-faaalleeer" -hoppet and I did the "cannonball" -hoppet. I even made "Hoho-me-floating-in-legged" -hoppet.
And then went the whole wedding entourage up the spiral staircase to the little plateau, and then did not I bring my 7-Eleven bag for it had not actually taken the opportunity to stand with a 7-Eleven bag in his hand in the middle of the ceremony for the 7-Eleven bag is actually not mint green. It is more common green. Mainstream Green. Green Beret. So it had not matched birthday songs the DMF. I think of stuff like that. Because I am a total concept.
And then came all the guests in and filled the hall beneath the spiral staircase. And then step the couple up. And then began the woman in the blue dress singing a completely heartbreaking beautiful opera piece and everyone birthday songs was crying. And about halfway into it, I started patting myself everywhere on the suit as if I had gone eighteen-nineteen verses too far into the song about Father Abraham.
So I ran. So I did. I ran to my wife (who is now happening
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