Monday, June 19, 2006
I ended the night with two beautiful ladies in a limo...
And the best part of that title? It's the truth. What's not said is that we were all in a wedding party and really ready to crash out. Two of my closest friends married yesterday, and the Mass and reception served as a reunion of sorts. I hung out with people I haven't seen in 12 years, and ended up at a diner ('natch...) with two friends, both known back in my Yorktown days, and all of us were born in that year of the dog: 1970. All of this was a late night diner-rat trip down memory lane. We were reminiscing, of course, but I'm happy to report that we also talked about where our lives were going. Gen-X ain't dead yet. As for Rob and Annie, I'll miss them. As a single person, I find that when friends get married, they drop off the map. Some never resurface. This is normal; after all, this is the most important relationship either will have. Singletons (to borrow the term) simply operate in a different orbit, enjoying the benefits of singledom, all while trying to find a mate, or at least get laid. Married couples enjoy all the benefits of having a true life partner: sharing duties, pooling skills, raising children, and splitting costs; all while trying to find time to get laid. On the other hand, I really don't have to answer to anyone, and some married couples fight like crazy over topics such as sex and money. A great marriage may be bliss, but a bad marraige is hell and can be horribly difficult to escape.
My biggest worry (on a macro level) is watching all my friends get hitched and only myself and another male friend, who is even worse with women than I am, remaining. I understand that I am not powerless to alter my situation, but my grand plan seemingly precludes my getting married. Whatever. Anyway, the wedding and reception were wonderful. I got to spend time with people I never get to see, and I kept my wedding streak intact: avoid the dance floor like Chernobyl no matter who asks me to dance. Refusing hot women may seem like an unwanted skill until you enter the strip club with $100 and leave with $90. Anyway, realizing all of this lead me to hanging out last night until WAY too late. I stated that I wanted to make hay while the sun still shined. This was such an opportunity. That sun still shining is not always a function of age or money or impending doom in August. Sometimes it watching two people you love very dearly walk down the isle, and realizing while you're by yourself; it isn't always so bad. Sometimes that means you can chill until the wee hours. I may be really tired today, and 3 hours late for work, but I'm OK. More later....
My biggest worry (on a macro level) is watching all my friends get hitched and only myself and another male friend, who is even worse with women than I am, remaining. I understand that I am not powerless to alter my situation, but my grand plan seemingly precludes my getting married. Whatever. Anyway, the wedding and reception were wonderful. I got to spend time with people I never get to see, and I kept my wedding streak intact: avoid the dance floor like Chernobyl no matter who asks me to dance. Refusing hot women may seem like an unwanted skill until you enter the strip club with $100 and leave with $90. Anyway, realizing all of this lead me to hanging out last night until WAY too late. I stated that I wanted to make hay while the sun still shined. This was such an opportunity. That sun still shining is not always a function of age or money or impending doom in August. Sometimes it watching two people you love very dearly walk down the isle, and realizing while you're by yourself; it isn't always so bad. Sometimes that means you can chill until the wee hours. I may be really tired today, and 3 hours late for work, but I'm OK. More later....
