Wedding Blog

In most weddings I’ve seen, speeches are done during dinner. But if you will recall, our dinner took place in one of the resort’s main restaurants and our sixty-odd guests were seated at two long tables. That didn’t make it very practical to have speeches there, which is why we did them in the disco.

The advantage? The speaker has everyone’s undivided attention. The disadvantage? Your guests might get fidgety and bored… that is, unless the speeches are made by people as hilarious as THESE.

Our officially-awesome officiant Brian was also our MC so he started things off with a bang, of course.

Mr Breezy’s best man was up first with some funny yet incredibly eloquent and heartfelt words. Dontcha just love a bromance?

MOH Pepperpot recalled our innocent younger days when we were pen pals (we’re cousins but lived on opposite sides of the country) and also some, er, high-flying days when we were both flight attendants together for one glorious, glorious summer.

Bridesmaid Miss P told everyone what model roommates we were in university – not only did we share clothes and do each others’ hair, but apparently we looked so similar to one of our profs that for a good couple of months, he thought we were the same person.

Mr Breezy’s sister threatened to roast him just like he had done to her at her own wedding some years back, but despite our cheers and taunting, she kept it sweet (but promised to spill the goods later).

Inspired by the sisterly love from SIL Breezy, my brother spontaneously got up for a few brief words and a few laughs.

Aw, aren’t wedding speeches something? When else in your life do you have all these amazing people stand up and say such wonderful things about you? It’s really special, isn’t it?

And just as I was thinking those warm fuzzy thoughts, Mr Breezy had to go and balance it with some more dorkiness. After all, this is a Breezy wedding. Just when things were getting a bit sentimental and gushy…

… Mr Breezy BUFFALOED ME!

Whoa that sounds… um, never mind. But don’t worry, it’s just another of Mr Breezy’s silly games.

Have you ever played Buffalo? Before meeting Mr Breezy I hadn’t, but of course one of the first things out of his mouth when we arrived at the resort and met up with all our friends was to declare it a Buffalo Week.

The game sounds easy enough: if you are right-handed, you must hold your drink in your left hand and vice versa. If someone catches you drinking with the wrong hand, you have to chug your drink.

And of course… I’m right handed.

Me: Seriously? You’re going to make me do this? But I’m the bride! Don’t I get exempt or something?

Mr Breezy: Not a chance! Down the hatch!

Oh, ok fiiiiiiiine. *Glug glug glug.*

Good thing that was only champagne! Even so, I was quite careful to accept the next glass with my left hand.

OK, where were we?

Once my brother got up spontaneously, a few others followed, including my lovely aunt who is like a second mother to me…

… and our funny friend Kuba.

If his face looks familiar, it’s because he and our other friend Dave were the first up in our hilarious dinner game. They made quite a scene falling over one another but the best part was that not only were they not a couple, but they had only met two days before. It became the big joke of the trip that they were star-crossed sweethearts.

As has already been evidenced, he is quite the ham. So I don’t know why we were so surprised when he got up and made a speech that basically went something like this:

Mr & Mrs Breezy, I’d like to say congratulations and thank you from the bottom of my heart for having this awesome wedding out here in Punta Cana, without which I wouldn’t have met Dave who has become such a special part of my life…

(That’s Dave with the video camera.)

I guess you’ll have to take my word for it but it. was. hilarious.

I should’ve known that even our wedding speeches would be unconventional.

Next up: We get sweet and sentimental (just for a bit) and then mess up our first dance.

Thanks to Photophil Steingard and Michael Steingard for capturing the heart of everyone’s kind and funny words in these photos.

DW in the DR: Pack It Up, Pack It In
DW in the DR: Airport Confessions
DW in the DR: Bienvenidos a Punta Cana
DW in the DR: The Guest List Is In the Bag
DW in the DR: The OOTs in Action
DW in the DR: Planning the Reception
DW in the DR: Planning the Flowers & Cake
DW in the DR: Planning the Ceremony
DW in the DR: Planning the Photography
DW in the DR: Stag and Showerette
DW in the DR: The Meltdown
DW in the DR: Final Touches
DW in the DR: The Guys Get Groomed
DW in the DR: The Girls Get Gorgeous
DW in the DR: We MacGyver the Flowers
DW in the DR: I Finally Get to Wear the DWess
DW in the DR: Girls Gone Wild
DW in the DR: The Reveal and Portraits
DW in the DR: We Are Family
DW in the DR: Here Comes the Bride
DW in the DR: Love Ceremony, West-Coast Style
DW in the DR: Love Ceremony, The Vows
DW in the DR: Mazel Tov!
DW in the DR: Sunset and Sand
DW in the DR: Sto Lat!
DW in the DR: Dinner Game Hijinks
DW in the DR: Cake Wreck
DW in the DR: Let’s Get This Party Started