Katie and I went to a wedding today.
I like weddings. Everyone looks great and everyone goes home happy (and, possibly, a little frisky).
It was one of Katie’s high school friends, who looked beautiful, and the wedding was outdoors and relatively short. The reception was a brunch and there were many entertaining toasts.
It was also a chance for Katie to catch up with some other high school friends who she hadn’t seen in a while, while we awkward male partners supported their conversation as much as we were able.
Most of all, though, the bride and groom were beaming throughout the morning and through brunch. Weddings are like Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet: it’s love, idealized. It’s a perfect day, the perfect moment between two people that can never be taken away, regardless of future divorces or poisons or potions that make you appear dead.
It’s been a good, if tiring day.
It was great to see you guys! And the significant others deserve a special prize for standing around awkwardly while the girls gabbed. You’re good sports. Thanks for hanging in there!