alright, it’s over. you can no longer think of yourself as just a grown up kid once your first friend gets married, and one of my silly friends had to go and get himself hitched this weekend, so i’m done. now no matter how hard i try there’s going to be this creeping sense in the back of my mind that i’m a full-on adult now and that’s just the way it goes.

yeah, the ceremony and the lunch was nice, although there was no dancing or drinking at the reception and we were back at my place by 3. and yeah, this friend was marrying his high school girlfriend of what, 8 years or something? so there could be a case made that this didn’t really count since they had such a huge headstart on all the rest of us… right? we didn’t even go anywhere near strippers at the bachelor party, so maybe this was sort of like the warm-up for a few years from now when everyone else hits this phase. just to make sure we know something about how this all works for when the big crazy ones start happening.

i know one thing, if you judge by the rest of the weekend, with its torrent of ‘that’s what she said’ jokes and 2am taco runs and general stupid guy fun (USC wins 70-17! what what?), you sure wouldn’t guess that we had advanced much since college, so i’m not too worried.

but hey, congrats dave and michelle!