The first year of law school can distract you from a lot of things. Friends. Family. Personal hygiene. The NBA Finals. But I have just discovered that while I’ve been concentrating on the law, my life has taken a turn for the insanely weird. According to my calculations, it would seem that, in fewer than six days…
…I’m getting married.
If am to believe my family, I’ve been engaged for nearly a year to a young woman that I’ve been dating for more than four years, and living with for two. She’s far more attractive than I am, and is not, as far as I can tell, visually or mentally impaired. What’s more, she’s just passed on a swell job with a Chicago ad agency so that I might finish law school. Needless to say, this has all come as quite a shock.
In order to keep my sanity I’ll probably be doing some wedding blogging over the next few days. But just in case I’m not able to post because I’m too busy rearranging the seating diagram for the rehearsal dinner or loading up the IPod for the reception, let me leave you with the actual text of the invitation we sent to our friends and the cooler members of our family (the rest got a stuffier version):
One Man. One Woman.
And enough beer to make it seem like a good idea.
Join us at 4 p.m. on June 12th, 2004 at the ********* as
Alice **** ****
faces off against
Michael **** ****
in 12 rounds of Total Weddination.
After party at ********.
RSVP to *********.
Matrimony is Fucking Awesome.