I was told I looked good in a tux. But they would say that, right?
Tyge was reasonably well behaved - my uncle and I declared the "jump up and ruin the dress" prop bet a push as the groom valiantly blocked the excited fellow, and it's much harder to see paw prints on a black tux than on a white gown.
As for my toast, well, first of all, I had a tough act to follow. My now-aunt is 20, quite fetching, and studies belly dancing. It's a bit nerve racking to follow that with "well that's nice, but I got jokes!" Beyond that, it seemed to go well, one of my dad's