At weddings over the past two years I've had two brushes with death. A couple years ago my friend's dad told me he was going to stab me and dump my body in a lake where my mother would never find me. Then last year I found a pretty good way to ruin a good time by breaking my neck in a diving accident and needed to be rebuilt by the world's best surgeons.
Now Summer 2K9 is almost over, but my wedding season has just started! This weekend I'll be watching the marriage of one of my first and best college friends MFNS — which also marks the end of my SDSU friends getting married (until they start divorcing and remarrying.) But fret not love lovers, I'll be attending Deek's wedding — my first ever NYU wedding. Yay!
So when I finally sober up from these marital debacles, expect stories about my friends trying to drink like they're still undergrads, cougars trying to trap me, dwarf-sized ninjas, teary-eyed confessions and my first ever trip to Beantown! That's Boston, not Clitoris Town — but once I get my new passport I'll be hitting Clitoris Town.
And I'm not making any guarantees, but I'll do my best to not almost die this summer! But I will guarantee the weddings and the stories will be shitloads of fun!
You're the best!
kc