MOG

I spent Memorial Day weekend 2005 in Boston at my friend Bad Andy's wedding. I am thrilled I was able to go, but I have to admit what compelled me make sure I was there was the fact I knew his family wouldn't be.

I didn't need to worry though, as his husband's family was there and welcoming as well as tons of their friends. It was one of the few weddings I've been to where everyone seemed to get along. At one point during dinner, I was pulled from my seat at the head table to join some new friends at another table for some gossip. It was amazing to think we had met only a few days before and now we were laughing and carrying on like old friends.

Ah, lovely memories! If only they would get married every year!