So, this weekend two of my best friends were married. Congratulations, Ben and Ginger! Out of all of my friends, Ben seemed the most likely to try and dress up like Spiderman at his wedding, but alas, he went with the standard tuxedo. It was a beautiful ceremony, but I think we all thought it could use a bit less Peter Parker and a bit more Friendly Neighborhood Web Slinger. Except for Ginger, she seemed elated Ben was wearing normal clothes — or clothes at all, I guess. It’s Naked-Time! (Warning: Lots of inside jokes ahead…)

The best weddings are the ones where you get to hang out with a bunch of people you rarely get to hang out with anymore — a sort of social vortex where your entire collegiate network appears and you spend the weekend in a nostalgic reverie, making gross, juvenile jokes that would embarrass you at your straight-collar workplace and yet still manage to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s great when you get to wind the clock back and remember what it was like when you lived in an apartment with a bunch of other guys, ate like five year old’s wish they could, and never, ever clean anything. You recall physical confrontations over who got to play Nightcrawler in X-Men Legends, long sessions in the living room waiting for the internet / electricity to come back on, and intense debates about whether Magneto could beat up Aragorn. (Answer: no, Magneto sucks. :)

Sadly, the real world returns along with all its responsibilities, and so we wish the best to our newly married friends as they start a brand new life. A word of advice though — if you are going to tie soda cans to the back of the “Just Married” vehicle, make sure you empty them first. Sewiously.

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