It just dawned on me that there’s a lot on my plate in the next 9 months — 5 weddings and a baby. My life sounds like a movie I wouldn’t watch.
I also was told (via text — very classy) that I’m the best man in my friend’s wedding in September. This is the same guy who said, “Poor f-ing kid” when he found out that the wife was with child, so I’m pretty pumped to bring up hurtful and potentially annulment-worthy stories in front of his new bride and her family. I kid, I kid. I’m also a groomsman in my cousin’s wedding this spring, so the final tally is five weddings, member of two wedding parties and one pregnant wife. Good news is that three of them are in Atlanta so no travel costs for papa Hunter.
We’re getting things started this Sunday with a Jewish wedding on MLK weekend. Once we make it to the receiving line, I’ll be sure to tell the bride and groom how disrespectful to Dr. King I find the proceedings. Seriously though, I’m excited about this Sunday. If everything goes as planned, I’ll work my way in as one of the chair lifters for my buddy Ben and will be gladdening the bride in only five days. Mazel tov!
