So I got married

I know, I know, it sounds unfortunate; and even from here I can hear the wails of all the single ladies that weren’t chosen; but I’m really quite happy.

At my bachelor party — the night of alcohol and drug fueled debauchery that you’ve come to expect from me — we discussed the “freak-out” moment. That is, the moment you finally realize you are vowing your entire life away with this one person.

It isn’t bad to have a freak-out moment. If you don’t have one it might be because you haven’t realized what it is you’re getting yourself into. I had mine before I bought the ring.  I recall it occurring at precisely the moment I decided to buy that ring.  Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I knew that was what I wanted.  I knew 2 months into speaking with Marissa that I was going to marry her.  It was just the first time I started so see just what courting Marissa would cost.  Was she worth the things I’d have to give up? The time? The money? My dreams?  The engagement ring was just a symbol.

Of course she was. Of course she is.  She’s resting against me even as I write this.  I really do think we make a good team, from plotting world domination to just trying to navigate out of Montreal.  (That’s a story for another time.)

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