Enchantermon on 21/4/2009 at 20:19
Congrats, Shug! :D
Kolya on 21/4/2009 at 20:35
Quote Posted by Shug
we are in fact expecting a baby later this year!
This means boobies + milk, doesn't it? DOESN'T IT? :D Shug, you happy one.
Chade on 21/4/2009 at 22:00
Way to go Shug! :D
But ... it took you ten days to get on the net and post this?
What on earth have you been doing? :confused:
BrokenArts on 21/4/2009 at 22:10
You have to ask, you must still be a virgin.
Turtle on 21/4/2009 at 22:34
Quote Posted by Chade
Way to go Shug! :D
But ... it took you ten days to get on the net and post this?
What on earth have you been doing? :confused:
That's what I was gonna say, except I know what they (shug+scots) have been doing.
Bow-chicka-wow-wowGiggity!
Starrfall on 22/4/2009 at 00:30
I say to you again yay!
After trying this marriage thing I definitely approve and think everyone should get one. Almost everyone. Also babies omg omg babyshug and babyscots (and now toddlerscots holy crap when the hell did she get that big) :D :D
Scots Taffer on 22/4/2009 at 00:37
A worst case scenario in retrospect.
As best man there are a number of expectations that rest upon your shoulders. You need to entertain. You need to be reliable. You need to be trusted. You need the fucking wedding rings.
To tell you a little about the worst moment of my life, I need to first provide some context.
Every wedding requires wedding rings, one worn by the groom and one worn by the bride. In this case, the bride had chosen a white gold to match her white gold engagement ring and the groom had settled for the tasteful yellow gold band. The wedding rings were in a little velvet pouch. The little velvet pouch was inside my sporran. My sporran was where it was meant to be, around my waist and resting against my kilt.
Prior to the wedding ceremony beginning the celebrant asked if I had the rings, I confirmed that I did, she demanded that I show her them, I did. The rings were placed back in the pouch, back in the sporran, back to their resting place.
The ceremony is going well when the times comes to step up to the plate.
"Christopher, do you have the rings?" she asks.
"I think I have them in here somewhere," I respond cockily, getting a laugh as I step forward and reach into the sporran.
My hand closes around the velvet pouch. So far so good.
I empty the contents of the pouch into my open hand.
One ring falls out. The big yellow gold one.
Huh.
I tap the pouch again. Nothing.
I look inside the pouch. Nothing.
A titter spreads through the audience. Good act, they all think.
HOLY SHIT, think I.
They can't see my downcast face to witness the colour draining from it and my mouth hanging open in a wordless scream.
I root around in the sporran, feeling nothing but air and a sinking sense of desperation setting in. My mind is paralysed because this simply Is Not Possible.
The Bride says something to me, but I swear I can't hear her over the voice in my head going FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!
She says it again: "Look inside the ring."
Uh, yeah, that's deep.
Wait. What?
There, nestled inside the larger yellow gold band is the white gold band, practically stuck to the inside making it very hard to see.
The relief floods through me and I pop the bride's ring out of the groom's using my pinkie finger. The crowd laughs and suspects it was all an act.
I informed them, as an informal ice-breaker to my best man speech, that it was not in fact an act and that I very nearly filled my kilt with unmentionables in front of friends and family.
Once I was introduced I got up and said: "Yeah, I think I've got a speech here somewhere.... ohhhh no, ohhhh goddddd not again."
And it was nice to bookend that ice-breaker with the comment that if their rings started off stuck together then it's a good sign that they'll be stuck together for life too.
I had the crowd in rapture before I even got started.
And yes, TTLG was mentioned albeit abstractly.
TTLG is to blame for Shug's marriage.
And photographic evidence of me relating this tale:
Scots Taffer on 22/4/2009 at 01:01
Post-script: This was the first wedding I've been involved in as an adult other than my own so it was very special not only to be such close friends with the happy couple but to have such a position of honour in the ceremony as well. Not just me, but my wife as the Maid of Honour and my daughter as the flower girl along with the bride's sister.
I don't know Hugh for as long as many of his friends have but I pride myself in getting to know people intimately if I decide I want to know them and I am also going to take a little credit for being the best possible friend I can be, or at least I try to be.
And while it sounds facetious TTLG does get a lot of credit in my heart for putting me into contact with a wide range of people whom I would never have known or met otherwise and get exposure to their views and antics as well as occasionally get the opportunity to meet up with them and that can also be mutually enriching.
Here are some more photos, bonus points for getting the carved love heart on the tree with the newlyweds.
PigLick on 22/4/2009 at 02:05
haha that last photo is pure gold!
