This can’t be happening.
One of Jessie’s friends is getting MARRIED. Today.
This isn’t the first one. Another guy friend got married and has a baby, and I’ve mourned several guy friends who have gone into the military (I’m just sure I’m going to see them on some pathetic TV show about the war in Iraq and they’re hopping along on stubs of legs, or blown apart by a terrorist bomb, which is completely possible in my imagination where everything ends in DEATH) but I’m taking this one hard, since it’s one of the guys I’ve known the longest. So is Jessie, who doesn’t know the girl her friend is marrying, but does know for sure that her friendship with this guy is bound to change now that he’s married.
Speaking as one who got married (the first time) at age nineteen, I feel perfectly qualified to crash the wedding and run up the aisle screaming STOP! DON’T DO IT! And rip up their marriage license. Then I’d spend a couple hours counseling them about how there’s plenty of time and 21 is too early, but hey, they can still have the reception party and keep all the presents.
I wish people had said that to me when I was nineteen. Instead, I heard about how I was living in sin and that I needed to make a public commitment (preferably in a Catholic church) to the man I was living in sin with. And then I woke up the first day of my honeymoon, looked at the guy next to me in bed, and realized I’d made a horrible mistake and ruined my entire life.
Okay, Chris and his fiancee are not likely to listen to me no matter how badly I disturb their wedding. But honestly, kids, what’s the rush?



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