And I guess felicitations are in order...

Was leery of posting this, since I know the dear gal does tend to read this from time to time, but a very old friend of mine -- old in the since of knowing her for many years (since we were 10, to be exact) rather than in the geriatric sense -- has decided to tie the knot in a few months.

For interest's sake, I wish I could say I have great misgivings for this couple -- but I truly believe that they have as good a chance for happiness as any other couple that goes scurrying off in search of nuptial bliss.

All I ever ask is that my friends be happy... or at least pursue that happiness. And in case the fella in question decides to get creative with my dear friend's happiness... Well then, it's a good thing I still own my pair of trusty, steel-toed doc martens, isn't it?

Although all of this marital action from friends and family is truly going to put ideas into my boy's silly head. And I certainly can't have that.

However, in the unlikely event that someone put a gun to my head and forced marriage upon me, I always had a place in mind for the sacrilegious event (amusingly, given my complete apathy for most churchie-type things... I think a red dress would do nicely). Fortunately, I don't think many people know where (or what it is), or why I picked it.

I seem to have avoided getting entangled in bridal party duties -- not sure if I should feel relieved or insulted. A bit of both, I expect.