Either you’re tight like twins with the bride or groom — a sibling maybe, college roommate, or grandmother. You’re on The Inside, recommending photographers, hosting showers, renting tuxes, giving toasts. For you, the wedding is a great day, a proud moment, a chance to recognize and celebrate someone you love dearly.
Or…you’re on The Outside. You’re the groom’s doctor, the bride’s new boss, or worst of all, the cousin-date. You’re only there because it would have been rude not to invite you, so you RSVP past the deadline, squeeze into dress clothes from prom, and drink before the reception. You sit at the back table with a lot of people you don’t know and introduce yourself to at least one half of the newly married couple late at night on the dance floor during Mambo #5. “You look really great,” you scream over Lou Bega’s thumping beats, a nearly full Corona swinging wildly in your hand. “I’m Cory, by the way. I work with Linda.”
If you’re on The Inside, the entire wedding is great for you. You tear up during speeches, take two hundred pictures, and dance until the lights come up, your hair sweat-glued to your forehead, big toes popping through fresh holes in your nylons at two in the morning.
If you’re on The Outside, you’re scoping out bridesmaids, eating other people’s wedding favor chocolates, and ordering off the menu at the bar.
When you’re on The Outside there is no greater wedding high than being the first table to get called up to the dinner buffet. Suddenly you’re on The Inside, honorary winner of the prestigious Gets To Eat Before Everyone Else award, dipping your ladle into Alfredo sauce before it films over, toothpicking meatballs before they congeal into sugary meat pyramids, surgically removing the perfect first triangle of cheesecake before the serving dish gets all gummed up with clumpy graham cracker paste and marischino cherry glue.
Yes, you walk back to your table a newly crowned king, sitting down at your chair-facing-the-bathroom-at-Table-#31 throne, lord and ruler of your much-too-loaded plate buried in rolled up salami cold cuts, potato salad, and gherkins.
— The Awesome Email of the Week —
“When my daughter asked if I wanted to say a short speech at her wedding this year I jumped at the opportunity although I have trouble speaking in emotional situations. I decided my speech would be a list of statements followed by ‘AWESOME.’ Unfortunately, my son read my speech beforehand and told me that I should not say this as no one would get it and I would die at the podium. I was worried, reread what I had written and decided I would not change anything as I had written this from my heart.
So the big day came, the ceremony was wonderful and then it came time to say my speech. I pulled the podium over to a step so that I could see everyone as I am very short. My heart was racing and my emotions were running very high. My opening short joke went fine and then it came time for my first line and I got all choked up. I tried so hard to say something but was just too emotional. Suddenly, I felt this overpowering wave of energy coming at me, willing me to say my speech. I tried again and slowly eeked out the words one at a time. I gained some momentum and then when I needed people to say ‘AWESOME’ I took the microphone and pointed it towards the audience like a rock star and to my utter disbelief they all shouted ‘AWESOME.’
I was able to read out each and every statement with total confidence knowing they were all just waiting for their chance to say ‘AWESOME’ each time. When I was done, my son came up to me and told me that I had done a great job. I have never felt so pumped after a speech as I did that night. Without your blog, I would never have come up with this idea. Thanks for spreading the ‘AWESOME’ around.”
– Karen from Whitby, Ontario, Canada
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