“I wish guys got some sort of engagement ring. Here I’ve got this thing that says, ‘BACK OFF,’ and what’s he got? His integrity? Fah.”
Something’s in the water, that’s the only excuse. We have four, possibly five I’m not sure, upcoming marriages in my office alone and my fingers are crossed for Hennessy and her man (no he should not buy a big screen TV, he should buy her something much smaller and shinier).
Best of all, my friend Kays is engaged to her boy, congrats! Never thought that my roommate from freshman year and I would be sporting rocks at the same time, but it’s pretty fun. I think she’s either exceptionally brave or recently sustained a devastating amount of brain damage because her big day is in mid-May and she’s got a little over two and a half months to throw things together. Her family is all nearby so she’ll have plenty of help (which may or may not be a good thing, families in this area being a particularly “frenzied about weddings” breed and all very opinionated) and she’s going to be a beautiful bride. I’m so excited for her, even if I think she’s adorably nuts.
There is a dangerous side to well meaning friends I’ve discovered. Daae, who took over Hennessy’s position when she moved up, used to work for a wedding planner and occasionally asks about my wedding plans when she walks by my desk. And when I shrug helplessly she gets this big grin and starts giving me ideas. Dangerous, interesting, attractive ideas where previously I was happily apathetic. Ignorance is bliss. Besides, with so many other engaged people around me, no one’s going to want to talk about mywedding plans and the more I’d think about it the crazier my ideas would get and with no one to bounce them off of I’d go quietly mad. I’ll let my friends have the psychotic freakouts and just keep a supply of ice cream in the freezer at all times.