No, not the actual party.
So, a good friend of mine, J., has finally proposed to his girlfriend of about a year, L., with whom he is very happy. In fact, I was starting to wonder if they were going to get around to it or if someone was going to have to actually suggest it to the poor boy. It will be the first marriage for both of them, and I cannot be happier for them. Truly, they seem almost perfectly matched to each other. And, as I told him, if they can survive the experience of planning a good-sized wedding, instead of running away to Las Vegas like I did, they’ll be just fine.
So, last night, he asks me if I’d like to be in the wedding party.
You know, I wasn’t in the wedding party for either of my sister’s weddings, or my brother’s wedding. Honestly, I was a little suprised and a bit intimidated. Funerals I can handle without too much trouble, but, ah, weddings and I haven’t always done well together. Still, it’s not until March, so, I might even have time to find a date.
But, don’t hold your breath!