I think I am entering the most important week of my life: I embark for a six-month adventure in America on Wednesday, and only three day later I am best man at a wedding in Sacramento.
It’s my first time ever as the back-up groom (that’s what they were in the old days! If the groom didn’t show, the best man had to marry the bride. Those crazy olden day people).
I’m best man to my best mate Rob who has lived in LA for nearly two years. He moved there to be with his girlfriend (now fiance) and with only a week to go till the big day I’m filled with a blend of excitement, nerves and sheer fear that everything will go wrong.
Because the rule book states that on the big day it is the best man who has to make sure everything goes to script. Any problems – it’s him who has to iron them out.
And I am so proud to be Rob’s best man that I will do my utmost to make sure the day goes perfectly, but it’s hard to prepare when the venue is on the other side of the world.
I haven’t been able to visit it, which would allay many of my fears, and even though Rob and I chat online most days, I still feel a bit out of the loop.
Lauren the Maid of Honour has been great and helped me organise the bachelor party. We’re going white water rafting down the American River in Sacramento. I’m really scared Rob will sustain a serious injury that will prevent his getting married two days later. I’m going to latch myself onto him, like some overly-touchy bodyguard to make sure any injury inflicted to him, is actually on me.
And after the wedding, I have a big adventure ahead of me – coaching soccer for six months. I can’t wait to meet lots of new people, and have some fun. I’ve spent too much time in an office lately, its time to get out and about.
