My Entourage

Recently a friend of mine eloped with her longtime boyfriend. She was already engaged so the wedding wasn't that big of a shock, and knowing her, the fact that she eloped was almost expected. However she was the latest in the growing line of my friends who are now married.

So it kind of got me to thinking, not about what girl I could or should married, don't worry I'm certainly not ready for that, but rather about who would be in my wedding party. As I started to think of the guys I would want to be my groomsmen, the names formed quite a formidable list. Obviously there was my brother and my two best friends from high school. But then there is my youth group leader who I now consider a mentor, my brother-in-law, my buddy I have known since we were toddlers and at least two of my college friends.

That would put me at a solid eight groomsmen, which is an absolutely absurd number. I started to think, although my wedding day is at a conservative estimate 3-plus years off, there is absolutely no way I could trim that group down at all. So what is a guy to do? Beat the system that's what. I've got two words for you; Wedding Entourage.

Here's how it works. After the parents and grandparents have been sat as they traditionally would be, my entourage and I start to roll down the aisle to a tune which lets everyone in the crowd know that, while I'm romantic and ready to start my new life, I'm still hood. At that point the appropriate number of my boys would head back and escort the bridesmaids to their assigned spots before my entire entourage clustered behind me as a metaphorical gesture of them having my back as I awaited the arrival of my bride at the front of the sanctuary.

And that my friends, is a little thing I like to call pure genius.