Yesterday Jeff and I attended the wedding of one of his once-and-future bandmates, TJ, and his fiancée-cum-wife, Jaime. It was a very nice wedding (as they all are), and I met some nice people and got to know some that I had rather briefly met before.
Of the four former bandmates, one is now married, and the other two are engaged. The one who is not (yet) engaged is the one who left the band, but I doubt that will save him. Just give it time.
Kate and I battled for the bouquet. She touched it in the air, but I caught it, probably because I am rather taller than she. (She was wearing high heels, but so was I.) In any case, I have caught the bouquet at every wedding I've ever been to.
The conversation revolved around weddings and engagements and rings and all of that girly stuff. The men sat by, twiddling their thumbs and feeling embarrassed. I think they had better get used to it; wedding arrangements are pretty much a female thing. Not that the men aren't allowed to express their opinions, but by and large the whole affair is rather girly.
The bouquet is now in a beer glass in the middle of the kitchen table, because I can't remember if I have a vase at all or if it's merely packed away where I can't find it.
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