Yancey just sent me this photo of his wedding party. Now that it's in the past instead of a future-something filling me with dread, I'm looking back at it fondly.
For the record, if anyone else wants me to be in their wedding, I'm very sorry, but I'm overfilled my quota in the "Always a best man, never a bride" department. I don't want to be in any more weddings. Not even my own. Especially my own.
Though I will wear a witch hat and go down to City Hall with Babc0ck and Jenn on Halloween. That's different. It's more like helping someone get a driver's license.
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