Restless night, so I thought I would take a stab at my best man speech. Just checking: I’m not allowed to use the word “fucking”, right? I’m trying to walk the line between funny and poignant, yknow, you laugh, you cry– it’s a journey we all take together. So far, the sap is flowing more easily than the zingers. (I just made a tree pun. I should burn this draft out of principle). Leave your favorite wedding joke in the comments. I’ll use it without shame. I have already cribbed half the screenplay from Rachel Getting Married.


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