Entry 91: Props

Entry 91: Props

This past weekend I embarked on a trip from Texas to Kentucky so I could attend a wedding. Much to my honor, I was chosen as a groomsman by the man of the hour. I was soon acquainted with the other groomsmen whom I did not know, and sure enough, they were as odd as the groom.

Before the wedding, everyone was virtually panicking as they tried to get everything in order. The groom was running errands to pick up last minute things, and then running more errands as he remembered to go get the bride's gift that he forgot at the house. While all of this was flying over our heads (the groomsmen), one of the groomsmen told us a simple, yet effective, rule about weddings:

Be a prop.

As a groomsman, our role in the wedding party was to be a prop; stationary and elegant, yet ready to be repositioned when needed. We were to do nothing but stand and idle about with the other groomsmen for the entirety of the wedding. However, if a lady of any status needed us to do something, we would obey. By following these simple rules, the wedding was extremely stress-free for the groomsmen.

And I did just that; I talked and chatted with my friends, and if I needed to line up for the ceremony, I followed what was told by a lady. I even escorted two bridesmaids down the aisle, which made me feel more important than I actually was. After the ceremony ended and the attendants began prepping the dining hall for the dinner, we groomsmen stood back and played some pool.

It was an easy rule to live by for that day; a rule that would almost be worthwhile to live by in reality. But if that were the case, then I would have danced with all those ladies who asked me to join them on the dance floor. Instead, I would say as Meat Loaf had once said, "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that."

 
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