show me in the rules where it says i cant marry myself.

i was best man at a wedding one time - that was pretty good. i thought there was a little too much in the title there. best man. i think we oughta have the groom, and a pretty good man. i mean, if im the best man, why is she marrying him?

-jerry seinfeld

at palm and mrs. palm's wedding this weekend - a wedding that was, of course, quite classy - i had but two responsibilities as best man. one was to hand the rabbi the rings when he asked for them during the ceremony. the other was to deliver a toast towards the end of the dinner portion of the reception. anyone who knows me wont be surprised that i was much more nervous about the rings. i practiced taking them out of my pocket from the moment i got them until i walked the maid of honor down the aisle at the beginning of the ceremony. ended up doing fine.

at the risk - nay, certainty - of sounding immodest, i knocked the speech out of the park. it was prolly ten minutes or so, but it felt like ten seconds. i hadnt written a script to read from - just some talking pts i wanted to make sure to cover. for instance, i started by explaining that palm and i had our bar mitzvahs on the same leap day in 92, but as he was new to our school that year, and i had been there for ages, almost all of our classmates went to mine. i said that considering that that was our start, and that sixteen years later i was his best man, ours is one of the more storied friendships in jewish history. then i said it was a bittersweet day b.c i always thought palm would marry me. anyway, it went from there.

people just seemed to go with it; laughing, 'awwwing' at all the right moments. it was a real high being up there. as soon as i sat down, people started giving me effusive compliments. it all felt great, not least of all b.c i really wanted to do right by the newlywed couple.

you gotta love it, right? i go to a wedding, then i write a post about it that focuses entriely on me.