After we arrived, we sat down to dinner. We had a buffet of Roast Beef and Lemon Pepper Chicken and it was prepared REALLY well. (ie. my very picky and opinionated uncle said that this was the best wedding fare he’s had, which has to mean something.) We had my friend Dana (our DOC) and a few other people get the head table food from the buffet. I highly recommend having someone give you your food on your wedding as it prevents moments of extreme spasticity.
After Dinner, as you probably have guessed, came the toasts. Or should I say roasts for 3/5 of them.
First up was my sister Anne, the Maid of Honour.

Her speech was really heartfelt and included a fair amount of teasing – as is natural for the older sister to do to the younger.
Then was Ken, our Best Man. He did a pretty good job of relaying many of Mr. Bean’s somewhat ridiculous university adventures (or should I say misadventures).

Next up was Laurel, Ken’s wife. Hers was really cute because it was based on pi, which us somewhat fitting for a physicist and an engineer.

My parents were next. At first, my dad sounded like a robot, but the got more comfortable as the toast went on. Besides, what’s not to like about telling everyone about your daughter’s misadventures?

At this point, my brother wanted to put in his two cents as the rest of my family had, so he gave Mr. Bean this gem:
“Any married man should forget his mistakes. There’s no use in two people remembering the same thing.”

Next up were Mr. Bean’s parents, who proceeded to roast Mr. Bean about many of the embarrassing moments in his life. A large part of the toast was trying to convince me to become a Saskatchewan Roughriders Fan*.

Once the toasts were complete, Mr. Bean and I went up to say our thanks to everyone who came and/or helped our. I was incredibly incoherent, but that might have been because neither of us really thought about our speech before it was supposed to happen. Oh well.
This picture below emulates one of my parent’s token wedding photos. I think they had about 20 photos, whereas we ended up with 600+ professional photos and hundreds of others.

So, you might be wondering how the toasts were received. I hope the next few pictures will show you:





What do you like most about toasts at weddings?
Next up, cake cutting!
*Mr. Bean’s family on his dad’s side are crazy Roughrider’s fan. (Don’t know who they are? Well, they’re from the Canadian Football League.) Most people in Saskatchewan are obsessed with the Roughriders – so much as to even wear watermelons on their faces or heads to games. FIL Bean once threw out his Roughrider’s shirt because they were having a really bad season. Go figure that he bought another one when they won the Grey Cup.
Oh, these are such wonderful pictures. Makes me smile!
Isn’t it awesome to have these moments of receiving pure love from family and friends? A toast based on pi sounds incredibly creative. I hope she gave you the text of what she said!