Jennie and Tan: The Wedding: Don't think, and don't worry. When the time comes, you'll know what to do

Hi everyone, it's Tan here. Apologies for the lack of updates - in the last month of my degree, and it's kicking my ass.

Speaking of getting my ass kicked, I thought I'd better post about who I will be having as my groomsmen and some of the (many) reasons why I chose them to be by my side on this special day, otherwise I might get beat up.

My Best Man: Jack Le

Jack says this photo epitomises our relationship. I tell him that he should stop wearing that sailor suit.

Someone once described to me the role of the Best Man as, "to be someone you can boss around all day and do your bidding as you see fit." If you understand my relationship with my brother, you will see why he will make the perfect Best Man for me (based on that description). He has many years of experience in that role, so it won't be too difficult for him...

How very 1988. Jack still wears that outfit to bed.

Jack was ~~purchased~~ born seven years after I was, but he's probably more mature than I am. Jack and I are very similar people in some regards; we share the same interests, have a similar sense of humour and harbour similar ambitions. We are also very different people with different approaches to life.

LOL - Tracksuits...

I always did what I could to get him into trouble or to annoy him as much as possible when we were growing up together. It always helped that I was older and stronger than him.

He's probably crying because I did something to him

Looking through these photos that I'm posting on this blog has made me realise how inseparable we were when growing up. Almost every photo of me in these albums features Jack, and those photos of Jack without me have him crying in them. Proof that no matter how hard I tried to get rid of him, he'd keep following me around until I would beat him up.

Oh yeah, I forgot - Jack was a chubby kid

I've got to give him credit - I made life difficult for him growing up, and we've had our differences, but there's always one constant... He's always been there for me, and not because I forced him to! I so proud of him and I couldn't think of a better person (other than Batman) to have as my Best Man.

I'm still taller

When I first told Jack (yeah, that's right, I didn't ask. I told him) that he would be my Best Man, his first reaction was, "Crap. Does this mean I have to give a speech?" I know he has nothing to worry about. He's going to do a fantastic job.

Jack, in the words of Mrs. Incredible, "Don't think, and don't worry. When the time comes, you'll know what to do"

See how Disney gives great advice??

So proud of him when he graduated.
Also, isn't this funny? I'm still wearing a suit, and he's still got on an outfit that looks like a sailor suit...

My Second Best Man: Khoi Van Ho

Whenever Khoi's name comes up around my parents, their first comment is almost always, "You followed Khoi around like a little puppy dog when you were little", quickly followed by, "one time you got so mad at Khoi, you bit his belly so hard that you drew blood."

Khoi in Vietnam

Neither statement surprises me. I hate to admit it, but as a child I was a biter.

Let's quickly move on to the statement that's relevant to this post... I did follow Khoi around as a child, and I can understand why. Khoi is the most genuine, kind and caring person you could ever wish to meet. Khoi and I were separated when our respective families had to leave Vietnam after Darth Vader blew up Alderaan with the Super Laser on the Deathstar* and we thought Vietnam was next.

*That was something from Star Wars. This is a happy blog, so if you want to know why people left Vietnam in droves, Google it :)

Fun times in DC

It would be 26 years before we saw each other again at the wedding of one of my favourite cousins. Even after 26 years, it didn't take too long for us to pick up where we left off! I am constantly amazed at how similar I am to Khoi even though we grew up on opposite sides of the planet. He's like the brother that Jack never had and always wanted.

More fun times in DC

I must admit, I was a little worried before I asked Khoi to be my second best man that he would say no. I was even more nervous when I called him and couldn't get through to him using the phone numbers I was given.

After speaking to Khoi's lovely partner (who I had a nice chat to - I think JC is awesome), and my Uncle (who made me realise that my Vietnamese sucks) I was finally given his work number. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it was going to be - quite the opposite. I asked. He agreed. It was simple and awesome.