Wedding Season

Be vewy, vewy quiet — I’m hunting gift wegistwies!

Remember the classic Looney Tunes bit with Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck alternately trying to convince Elmer Fudd that it’s “duck season” or “wabbit season”? Well, for me, it’s Wedding Season.

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 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.

Article © 2009 by Kevin Brotzman