Sometimes recap posts about the men getting ready bore me. I mean, what’s interesting about a bunch of guys wearing matching penguin suits, laboring over cuff links? Luckily/unfortunately, we don’t have any photos of the men pretending to get dressed. They all got dressed separately and then met at a hotel for a manly photo op. (The hotel is actually the place we stayed on our wedding night, and it’s probably the swankiest thing in my home town.) I mentioned previously that there was a bit of a mixup with the second shooter, and it was my fault for rescheduling and forgetting to tell the photographer. So for the most part, I think the dudes were just chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool until the photographer showed up.
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Bro-ing it up. Can you guess which two are my brothers?
Since I wasn’t there, and I’m sure the real story is boring as all heck, I’m going to make up a story of what went down.
First, the men all met up by the doors and each dude said “hey, man” to each other dude, for every possibly permutation of dude greetings. They all did the man hug too, where you start with a high five which turns into a handshake/handgrip combo, you pull your torsos together, and you slap each others’ backs masculinely.
Mr. Unicycle: Well, what do we do now?
My bro: Let’s grab some seats and bro it out for a while, brah.
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Mr. Unicycle with my bro-iest of bros.
So they went upstairs to the lounging area (this hotel lobby is enormous) and all sat down, making sure to leave at least one seat in between all of them, as men do. They then proceeded to chat about fantasy sports, whiskey, Breaking Bad, video games and hot chicks.
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Mr. Unicycle’s college roommate
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Mr. Unicycle’s other college roommate.
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Mr. Unicycle’s bro.
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My lil’ bro
At some point, Mr. Unicycle’s parents showed up and assisted with the pinning of the boutonnieres, which is always a memorable event. I made the bouts using another Martha Stewart tutorial (I blogged about them here, too), and my MIL fluffed them up to make the petals curly.
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Father and son
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Father and sons
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The whole family
After a morning of chillaxin’, abusing the word “dude,” and taking photos, one of the guys said “hey man, maybe we should head to the church for the wedding or whatever.” And they strutted out like p-i-m-ps.
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Did your husband bro it up before the ceremony? How believable is my story?
I heart the way you tell stories. So funny and amazing…brah.
I was looking at some photos of the guys getting ready from our special day and saw one of my husband and his brother, deep in a really emotional conversation. I asked him what they were talking about and he said, “I don’t know.” Really?! Your story is totally what happened and further proof that guys really aren’t thinking anything when you ask them, “What are you thinking right now?” You’re hilarious.
Hahaha. I am sure your story is dead on. That sounds about right.
Your writing style is the best! You have to keep recapping forever. =)
Mrs. Unicycle, Chicago, IL Age and Occupation: 23, Editor for a Web Publishing Company Fiance's Age and Occupation: 23, MD/PhD Student Engagement Date: March 26, 2011 Wedding Date: June 2012 Venue: Bridges of Poplar Creek About Me: I’m a writer by trade who likes analyzing pop culture, making fun of celebrities, and laughing until I cry. I’m the queen of half-assed crafts, and there’s nothing I won’t try to DIY. You can usually find me reading blogs on my laptop in front of a good Lifetime movie, wine in hand. I’m planning a polka-dotted summertime wedding to my physics geek college sweetheart, and when I’m not making stupid puns I’m freaking out about my wedding timeline.
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