One by one, I watch as my closest friends all get married while I haven’t had a substantial date in over a year now. Que sera, sera.
No matter. It was a joyous occasion that I got to enjoy the dubious honor of being a groomsman to the wedding of two of my closest friends, having known the bride since the seventh grade, and the groom since the eighth. Unlike the popular notion that weddings are a drag and that they’re all boring and superficial, on the contrary, I happen to like them very much, even more so if those getting married are my own friends. It’s always fun to see friends and acquaintances dressed to the nines, and the festive atmosphere which leads to people often putting on their best behavior. A little bit of class doesn’t hurt nobody, on occasion.