Lord of the Rings


In my first stint as a best man, the only really stressful thing was carrying the rings around before the ceremony. The ring pocket on my rented tux was sewn shut, and the others were jammed with my cell phone, scribbled notes and kleenex — toilet paper, actually; I forgot the tissues at home.

When the moment finally came to hand ’em over, the rings were ready. And the rest of the night — corralling guests, making toasts, handing out drink tickets and being the sacrificial lamb at karaoke — was both a breeze and a pleasure.

By Andrew

Mobile phones, Linux and copyright reform. Those go together, right?

1 comment

  1. I’ll never again listen to “Skater Boy” without a lump in a throat and a tear in my eye.


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