I met this guy in France and we're getting married!

Many moons ago Melissa and I would curl up on her living room couches, drinking cans of Pepsi like every can consumed brought us closer to enlightenment, or at least enlightenment in regards to energy needed to really stick it to Bowser in the last level of Super Mario World. There was nothing quite like screaming obscenities at graphic turtles while twisting around in our chairs like if we moved to the left fast enough, Mario would too, and totally miss that ill-timed bomb coming straight for him. JUMP MARIO. FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, JUMP.

When we were fifteen we weren't just awesome in regards to levels completed. We were also really good at spending summer afternoons lying out on her backyard trampoline, taking long walks around her property, writing our names with white out on big rocks linked with the words "Friends Forever!" ... only white out is a really tricky writing tool so it looked more like "Fnincl Fcr3ven!" Like, when we share our love, we share it in all the languages of the universe.

We also watched a lot of movies during those days, and one of our favourites was Father of the Bride. Watching Steve Martin plan his daughter's wedding would often spin into us planning our own eventual weddings which usually featured Leonard DiCaprio as our mutual groom. My wedding was usually set to occur in a big field, which is something I picked up once from a particularly insightful Archie comic, wherein Betty fantasizes about a field wedding. All of my bridesmaids would wear different shades of blue and purple and there would be about 8 of them. 8 bridesmaids. (These days, incidentally, I am hellbent on having a wedding in the forest. In my head, the whole affair resembles the big Ewok party at the end of Star Wars. )

Anyways, I have a point here. We've spent years and years talking about weddings and discussing what all our lives will be like, me and Mel and Sarah E, when we're married and we have families and we've found some awesome guy who we'd like to spend our lives with. I'm still searching because Nathan Fillion just won't return my calls, but Sarah E and Mellers have both found these awesome people, these nice, caring, smart guys who know how to dress like it's not 1998 and their favourite pants come in snap on form for easy access.

Which is saying a lot for Northwestern Ontario boys. No offense, Northwestern Ontario, but y'all adore your snap on pants.

But it's crazy that both of my girls are getting married in the same year. 2007, you are going to be nuts.

Melissa and Duncan are getting married!*


*I could have just written that sentence from the get-go, but really. I had to tie in that Father of the Bride reference so you guys wouldn't be like, "They met in France? Huh?"

Wow. Two weddings. I better start polishing my interpretive dance skills if I'm going to properly express everyone's love through the gift of jazz. ... hands, squares, walks -- I like to take a little from every area in the pantheon of rhythm.

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