I am ambiguous about wedding toasts. Sometimes they’re sweet, but more often they’re awkward, cliche or just plain embarrassing. But the worst thing is that they’re compulsory! So your poor maid of honor, who may or may not be good at speeches, is left desperately trying to say something meaningful and memorable.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that the maid of honor/best man must give a speech, it’s becoming more and more common for people to open up the floor to anyone who wants to “say a few words.” And by, “a few words” I mean, as many damn words as they want, because it’s incredibly rude to interrupt someone in the middle of their toast to you. Add in some alcohol and you have a long, boring and potentially very uncomfortable experience for your guests.
Plus, it just feels weird to “schedule” a time in the wedding day timeline for people to say nice things about you.
Offbeat Bride (one of the best wedding planning sites on teh Internetz) shared a great post on this subject: Toasts: the wedding tradition that could probably just die and no one would care. They also offered some alternatives like offering the Guestbook as a way for people to share well-wishes or…and I’m super stoked about this one…doing a video confessional booth!
I especially like this idea because, although I love the Photo Booth idea, it’s been done to death and this offers a slightly different kind of fun, A/V-style activity for wedding guests if they get bored at the reception. AND it’s way less stressful for those who don’t like making speeches in front of a crowd. But here’s the cool thing: even if we don’t have the time/skill/inclination to put together a video booth, you can accomplish the same thing with a smart phone and Vine or Instagram. I have a feeling that Social Media is going to be the best man at the wedding.
What do you think?
To the person (*cough* Dad! *cough*) who thinks I’m a band-waggoner: Ok, sure, I didn’t *get* football until I was 22 years old and, mayyybe the only names I knew before 2006 were Steve Largent and Matt Hasselbeck. But there was never any other team! And I think the fact that I didn’t throw a cupcake at Pete Carroll’s face on Sunday means something! I guess I’ll just have to keep showing up with flowers until my Father gives his blessing.
Although there was no snow, the highway between the Dalles and Portland (about 80 miles) was covered with ice. In all, there were 17 accidents on I-84 between us and Portland so the last 1 1/2 hours of our trip turned into about 3 1/2 hours. We were completely stopped for about 1 1/2 hours on the freeway. So Ella and I napped while Holly walked around and made friends with the other drivers.
OffbeatBride.com
Sarah and Holly 