I just love weddings, have I mentioned that? It probably has to do with me being the most ridiculously romantic person I’ve ever met, but there’s just something about a couple of lovebirds declaring their devotion that just gets me, you know? And when a couple gets married even though everyone in the world knows it’s a hot mess with no real chance of working? That’s just a bonus.
With those things in mind, it should be obvious why I was so excited about LeAnn and Eddie‘s wedding. And despite the magnitude of my initial excitement, I’m even more excited to see the details of the wedding pour in this coming week. Here’s a little taste from Us Magazine – it’s the couple’s toasts and it’s delightful:
At 11:11 p.m., Cibrian made a toast. “Someone loves the fucking microphone and that’s me! We’ve both had much larger weddings before, about 100-150 people both, but we just wanted our closest of friends and family here with us tonight. The next one will be ever smaller though,” he joked. “We’ll just keep parring it down!” The crowd laughed had cheered, and Cibrian finished his toast, saying, “Seriously, you guys are here because you guys mean a lot to us.”
Rimes echoed Cibrian’s sentiments and told her guests, “I love you all.” She added: “Now let’s have some cake, bitches!”
I love drunk ass Eddie’s opening line – “somebody loves the fucking microphone!” – because it reminds me of all my frat boy friends that I love so dearly. It makes me feel like any minute someone will come through the door with a case of Natty Light and a couple of Mad Dogs and ask me if I want to smoke, and I do so love that nostalgia. I also love how Eddie sarcastically but probably accurately hints at future weddings. Finally, I love LeAnn’s declaration of “let’s have some cake, bitches,” because you know that poor girl hasn’t had cake in decades.
I don’t know,I somehow find it hard to believe they would curse in front of Eddie’s small children,especially Eddie himself.
They’re both douchey.
Just take one look at Eddie Cibrian and the word “douchebag” leaps to mind. Those squinty, beady eyes. The twerp smirk.
I’d love to slap that smirk off his face.