So last night my older sister got married! They timed it perfectly, so that at the stroke of midnight their wedding turned into their 10th anniversary, which I though was pretty cool. I probably mentioned it before, but just before I left for the US of A, my sister sprang on me that I’d be the MC of her wedding, and this was after I had refused a while before. I knew I’d be getting a speech, but the MC thing was a whole new debacle waiting to happen.
So the night before I got the timings of the afternoon. I was going off a sheet of paper. I got there, and my “She’ll be right,” attitude was tried and tested as it dawned on me just how big a deal it was. I knew it was a big sort of thing, but I didn’t realise how much a difference it would make when I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on. I wasn’t even invited to the rehearsal. I didn’t know the specifics, just a few times. I had the person in charge of the venue coming up to me to tell me when things should be happening, which was good, but there were so many little things that I didn’t know about it wasn’t funny. The DJ ended up telling me more than anything or anyone else. The DJ!!! When I’d get the mic from him he’d fill me in on what was going on. He was the most helpful person to me all night. A few things I forgot because I was nervous as fuck, for example, after getting through my own speech (which wasn’t prepared, I had a few things written down and thought it best to just talk through it as I went) I completely forgot that after me was my sister, and then Stephen, you know, the bride and the groom! There were so many moments where I’d get through my bit on the microphone, and then have to go “Wait!! I forgot the most important bit!” and then proceed to the thing I either forgot or didn’t even know about. I’m not exactly a wedding veteran or expert. Out of the entire room, there were probably 6 or 7 people that had been to less weddings than me, and 3 of those were babies!!!
Anyway. It really was a great evening, but my ineptitude as MC and the lack of information or preparation I was given make me feel pretty awful about my contribution. Everyone kept telling me what a great job I was doing and had done, but that is what you’re SUPPOSED to say! I’m sure the entire room cringed about 3/4 times I spoke. I’m an open person, when I’d forgotten something, I would tell them before I’d continue with what I had forgot. I made a point of not getting drunk, because I knew I had a speech to make. When everyone started pulling out their flasks I told them, “I left mine at home on purpose!” because I knew I had responsibilities, but I didn’t entirely know what they were. I know my sister had a quadrillion other things to worry about, but I had my own set of worries because I wasn’t sure what was going on just about every time I had to speak. I was going off what the woman told me, and then what the DJ would say as I grabbed the mic off of him. That is usually less than 30 seconds of prep before I had to make the announcements.
While the night was pretty awesome, and I know everyone had a good time, I really wish I didn’t to be the MC. I had a go at it, but ultimately it was pretty crap, and while my speech had some good stuff in there, it was still pretty awkward half the time because I hate speaking in front of crowds, especially when most of them know you, and have known you your entire life. While Laura will tell me I did a great job, I know that I really didn’t, and feel pretty bad about it. I wish I could have just sat back and enjoyed the wedding, only having to worry about my speech, but the whole MC thing on top of that was a bit much. I spent the entire time checking the timetable to see what I had to talk about next. I mean, I got to the end of the night and thanked everybody awkwardly for coming etc, but then the DJ had to tell me about making the archway for the newlyweds, which I didn’t even know about! The sheet had “last dance” circled, which I was prepared for thanks to the DJ. So then I had to awkwardly admit I’d forgotten something, well, I didn’t forget something I didn’t know about, but you get the point. So fucking awkward. I just wanted to curl up in a corner and die.
I guess I’ve gotten my point across. It was a good night, but there was a lot about it that I wish I could have avoided. I hope I don’t get put into such a position, without knowing what I’m doing, again. Laura said she wanted me to do it, but I really wasn’t the person for it. I’m not confident, I just threw myself into it because I knew I had to.
Anyway, I’m going to finish this Opeth album and probably watch Castle or something to take my mind off of it.