I keep running into my old classmate Julie at weddings.

It wouldn’t be that weird if we hung with the same circles, but we lead very different lives. Julie’s always been a wholesome good girl — volunteering abroad, running 5Ks for charity — and I’m tattooed, pierced, and mainly interested in misbehaving. In the ten years since high school, I’ve only seen her at weddings. She’s usually a friend of the bride, and I’m normally a friend of the groom, although sometimes we mix it up. We’ve attended eight weddings in the last decade. It’s gotten so ridiculous that when we see each other across the aisle, we roll our eyes.

My friend Matt recently got married to his gorgeous wife, Kayla. I met Matt at college, where we tore shit up and got smashed most nights,... Read More