2005 Wedding Bells

I’m going to three wed­dings in two months. All my old bud­dies from high school are get­ting hitched. It is both strange and dis­con­cert­ing to know that the same peo­ple I used to go TPing with, the same peo­ple I used to get in mud fights and bot­tle rock­et fights with are now being turned into hon­est men by some pret­ty pret­ty women.

Jere­my got mar­ried this past Sat­ur­day in Sel­ma, IN. His wife, Alan­na was quite pret­ty and while none of us were at the wed­ding, the recep­tion was an excel­lent chance to see get all of us lugs togeth­er. We’d not seen all of each oth­er since Bo’s wed­ding almost two years before. We had this two-part bet; Next Man Down, and Last Man Stand­ing. I won the Next Man Down part, split­ting it with Phil, because we both picked Jere­my to be the next man hus­band­ed. So each per­son had to give us ten bucks. I did­n’t real­ly col­lect mine, but some­one gave me a ten any­way.

Now oth­er peo­ple are ask­ing me when I’m get­ting hitched. Thank­ful­ly I can at least say I’m going on dates from time to time. At least they can feel pleas­ant­ly sur­prised to some extent. Next week­end I’ve got to dri­ve to Eff­in­g­ham, IL for my bud­dy Bri­an’s wed­ding. 7.5 hour dri­ve!