So this weekend our friends Tim and Betty were married in D.C., kicking off the last great wave of marriages among our group from college. We had folks fly in from San Francisco and put a serious hurt on me when I tried to keep up with them (a bad idea—they had cast-iron livers and the time change on their side-I never stood a chance); we had folks drive down from New York and suffer mechanical disaster only miles from the Delaware Memorial Bridge. We randomly bumped into two other different couples we knew on two different days in two different locations, thus filling our karmic quota for the year.

Jen got the award for Best Resurrection From The Dead for her ability to shake off a vodka hangover and power through the morning of the wedding; there was a point where I thought I might lose her, but when she looked me in the eye and asked for a bloody mary, I knew my girl would make it, and look good too. After making it from the Baltimore beltway to the DC beltway in about fifteen minutes, I got us almost lost and then to the church with ten minutes to spare.

The ceremony and reception were as beautiful and elegant as you would hope for; the bride and groom were as gracious, relaxed and perfect as you would sell your soul to be. And it was fantastic to sit and catch up with old friends.