… for me and my friends at least, considering how we simultaneously swore off weddings yesterday after witnessing the massive amount of work involved in the entire process.

But no matter.

Finally, after eight long years: it’s finally official.

Three or four years back — while possessed by the Holy Spirit — I supposedly blurted out that their relationship was nothing more than a joke. I say “supposedly” because I can’t actually remember saying that. I do remember talking about commitment and might have mentioned “joke” and “relationship” in the same breath, but the truth is that I wanted to tell them that their relationship was pretty unique in an ocean of flings and deceit.

I blame the mental crossed wires on Bacchus.

I didn’t think I would ever cry, really, but seeing her walk down the aisle turned me into emotional mush. I’ve been to a lot of weddings, but yesterday felt a lot more personal. I was giving away a sister, and that’s never something easy to deal with.

And then the ceremony was over.

me praying to san miguel

The reception is a blur. I met (aka “stared obsessively at”) a really cute guy who looked like Gossip Girl’s Chuck Bass, prayed to San Miguel a couple of times and escaped the dreaded bouquet toss. There was singing — really bad singing — some dancing and tons of food.

I stared blankly at my hands near the end of the night, battling fatigue and sleepiness. I somehow got to a decent bed by 1 in the morning, drifting off to sleep in less than a minute.

My brain still isn’t functioning as properly as it should, but I do know that last night, I gave up my innate dislike for weddings and marriage and commitment.

Yesterday is love affirmed.

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