In the span of six months, I will be attending four weddings. We kick things off in April with a trip to Lancaster, PA, for the nuptials of Jill and Tristan. A month later, it’s back to my old haunt of Chestertown, MD, for former Washington College classmate Melissa’s wedding. I get a break over the summer before heading to Laurel to serve as groomsman for Mikey and Julianne’s happy day in August. Finally, October is my sister’s long-awaited union with her fiancée Mark; as I’ve previously explained, I will be the man of honor.
That’s 442 miles traveled — nearly 10 total hours by car. I’ve already joked that I will be setting aside my tax refund this year for wedding gifts.
I suppose that such a spurt of man-and-wife action was inevitable. I’m 26 years old now, and my five-year college reunion is creeping up on me. Life marches on, even if mine is taking a different trajectory. How different? I ran into a friend from high school last week and conversation turned to my sister’s wedding. The friend asked if I were married, and I laughed. My laughter was quick and loud. I’ve spent months just trying to get up the nerve to put together a match.com profile.
Really, I’m looking forward to Wedding Season. It’s always good to see old friends, and weddings bring everyone out of the woodwork. I usually don’t go far beyond a sweater and khakis for work, so it’ll be good to clean myself up and slip into a suit or tuxedo. Buffets and open bars are an easy way to my heart, of course. But best of all, several people that I care about are celebrating the beginning of the rest of their lives.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some gift registries to browse.