In Good Company

Last night 2E's and I had the good fortune to attend a little get-together with some old friends, one of whom was celebrating his 40th birthday. Because we were the youngest couple there (maybe by five or six years), the guests -- oftentimes inquisitive strangers -- all took turns quizzing us about our wedding, and luckily we're in a place now where we can talk about the wedding with smiles on our faces...

...as opposed to last month, when someone would ask So how's the planning going? and I'd look at 2E's and 2E's would look at me, she'd do this nervous little laugh, and then we'd both just sigh and, when the person who posed the question started to look really uncomfortable, one of us would force the other one to say, Oh, it's Goood ... like Good but with that extra o so you know it's total bullshit.

But like I said -- that was last month and this is this month and so we were happy to play the part of "cute young couple on the road to matrimony" and spew out details left and right and soak up words of wisdom from some of the other guests ... wisdom like Don't let people strong-arm you, especially in the days right before the wedding, when they think you'll cave in for any crap they throw at you ... wisdom like Trust me, I've been married four times, and you just have to find that one person. Lucky for you two, it looks like you already found that person.

Overall it was nice to be in the company of a few married couples for the night (married couples who we aren't related to) and refreshing that these couples, as one single fellow happened to mention, make being marriage and parenthood seem pretty cool. And not, like, the end.

Then we said our goodbyes, drove home and did what all the other married couples did: we stumbled inside and crashed on account of two too many vodka gimlets.