After such an incredible weekend orchestrating a destination wedding, there was just ONE thing that gave me rage. The best man… I mean… I’m just going to say it. Shut the fuck up! Seriously! I will tell you when it’s time to walk down the aisle, I will tell you when it’s time to give your toast, and I will tell you when it’s time to get your ass off the dance floor, but in the meantime, SHUT UP! Give me a little space to take care of the bride and groom. And not for nothing, I really don’t give a shit how you did it at your wedding (and neither do the other vendors); I care about what’s right for your best friend.