On thursday I had to shop for a wedding present. It was amongst the most frustrating shopping I have ever had to do. Note to others who may be in this predicament: don't leave wedding present shopping til the last minute, and don't try to do it in the middle of the stocktake sales. Most of the good things on the registry will be gone and what hasn't been bought yet will be out of stock.
But that wasn't the frightening thing. Not really.
The frightening thing was that when I was at my most frustrated and felt like buying something really ridiculously inappropriate like a wheel of cheese, I had a revelation. I had officially started down the road of turning into my brother.
Seriously. A whole stack of my friends are getting married in the next 12-ish months. Which means in the 12 months after that, a whole stack more will be getting married. Weddings beget weddings, people. Once they start, they don't stop, until everyone but yourself is married.
That might sound bitter. It's not meant to. It's just a little scary. I realised as I went to the ceremony and reception yesterday that it was actually the first wedding reception I've been to for one of my peers.
Which means it's all downhill from here, I'm afraid...
p.s I love you, Garry, if you're reading this. I'm sure turning into you isn't such a terrible thing. The world only needs one of you, however, and this is what concerns me...
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One wedding and you´re turning into me? Turn it up. You´ve got a long way to go yet, sis. Furthermore, you´re only allowed to turn into me if I can pick someone else to turn into, thus maintaining the Garrylian equilibrium.
- Garry
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