Wedding Speech by a Childhood Friend of the Groom Essay

By all accounts we are lucky that the groom is here today. I have it on good authority that when he

Good Evening! For those of you who don?t know me, I?m Charlotte, the very proud sister of our glamorous Bride. I want to start by congratulating Kari and Ernest, and thanking all of you for coming here today.

Good evening. I would like to begin by welcoming each and every one of you to this joyous and stressful occasion.

Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen - I am the groom's father, Ken, and I have the great privilege of being best man. I have recently found out there are two reasons why J W asked me to do this job. 1) To make him look younger and slimmer in the photos. 2) Because he didn't want to burden any of his friends with the terrible prospect of having to give this speech.

He was outspokenly funny in class and I wanted to share that laughter with him. I wanted to be friends with Bandito, but I didn’t know how until Xavier, my best friend, invited me to hang with him and his new friend Buddy-D one Friday after school.

But it’s easy for me to stand here and take the micky out of him – and it’s also rather fun. But if the truth be told, I was always very proud that he was my big brother.

“Yes i have heard of him. He was the one who arrested me for robbing places around here.”

While the majority of friendships have swaths of ups and downs, that has never been the case with Tyler and I. We stuck together through thick and thin, whether it was when his brother was burying knives in the wall in a wild chase after us, or when I hit Tyler’s teeth with a baseball bat. After a elongated period of time, I finally realized the impact Tyler had had on me, and to some extent, my family.

David and I have been best friends for as long as we can remember. Part of what brought us together was how similar our stories began. We were both born in Portugal but came to Canada before the age of one where we grew up in neighbouring basement apartments. We would spend most of the day together: our parents would drop us off at the same babysitter before going to work, we were in the same class during the day, and we would play late into the evening while we waited for our parents to return. While we were very similar children, our situations were vastly different: while my parents came to Canada as landed immigrants, David’s parents came as visitors that never returned, or

I look back at some of your sayings and at the time I did not comprehend them, but now knowing your story I understand your intention. For instance, the time my friends made fun of my roller skates and you said with disgust “Friends? Your friends?...If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! (Spiegelman 6). As a boy, admittedly that was a bit much, but I get the meaning now.

Firstly, on behalf of the bridesmaids, I'd like to thank Mike for his kind words and reiterate how wonderful they look and what a fantastic job they have done today. I would also like to say that Sallie looks stunning - as I'm sure you'll all agree. Which really isn't that much of a surprise given we are related.

To a passerbyer, the three of us very well could've appeared to be the best of friends who had a blast when they got together and had known each other since we were still in diapers. The latter part of that statement is true. Although, we were far from friends.

To this day, I’m not really sure if Jason thought we were friends. Perhaps, I was just his favorite camper or a reminder of himself as kid. (I say, “kid” though, Jason was my age now, eighteen, when we met. I don’t know about you, but

It also made things great that our families were all close friends so our playtime was extended to trips together or while the adults wanted to come over for dinner. Unfortunately Marco moved away with his family when we were just 6 years old. Michael and I continued to be best friends growing up into our pre-teen years; suddenly Michael’s family decided to move out of California, just as Marco and his family did years earlier. It was a sad time for me, but life went on and my neighborhood was still filled with young, wild, and free kids to play with. New friendships were created and new memories were made. Although, I never found another best friend to replace Michael or Marco, I continued to build friendships and enjoyed my time on Carondelet Street.

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.