My little sister is getting married in May. My friend Aidan’s wedding is coming up in June. His brother Steve, with whom I am also friends, is due to make his wedding vows in three weeks. I just got off the phone (getting green mud-mask stuff on it) with my friend Georgie, who told me that her boyfriend of six months just proposed.
Maybe it’s something in the water?
I’m feeling curmudgeonly and non-romantic today, fit only to curl up in my blanket alone, but I really am all for marriage and that kind of crap.
If it’s any consolation, the number of weddings you will be expected to attend/otherwise be happy about will sharply decline once you (and most of your friends) are in your 30s…