Everyone has that one tight knit group of friends that has been though everything together. Same group you've known for years, and still act different when you're around, dropping all facades you need to 'fit' in the 'real world'.
One of those guys I know is getting married.
That's this Saturday and I slid into my tux today feeling good when the worker girl comments, "Are you sure YOU aren't the one getting married?"
Having just been swimming over at the college standing there with slick chlorine coated hair and a clean shaven face and dressed in a fine tuxedo... I just had to ask her out at that point.
However the ice on her finger prevented me from asking.
Are you at the end when the only girls that give you time... are married?
Saturday I'll be acting the role of 'best man' which entitles me to a cute speech and perhaps a pat on the back. This has been built up over months, and last weekend was the calm before the storm.
The bachelors' party.
A complete surprise planned out, it was so secretive that the man himself thought I had completely blew it off and he started calling up other friends begging them to contact me and get something planned. The Saturday of the party I toyed with him, saying we'd get together to watch TV that night or something... broken, he was in a disappointed mood as he thought his big party chance was completely forgotten.
Without going into details a five door limo with 10 of his friends and the greatest driver around appear and we take a two hour drive to SF and party in the Ruby Skye VIP booth after which the limo brought us back home.
That's all the detail I'll ever mention.
Saturday April 16th 2005.
Another friend married. This is just the start of 2005 and there are four members of my group getting married this year, with another that just got engaged a week or so ago.
This is the time I guess. An age we all are finally settling down. Gone are the times of late nights, college, reckless activities, all replaced by... family?
I refuse.
