Shout Out To My Peeps Bein' Wed

Oh my darling, Becca, how you've grown up right before my eyes. From the neurotic floor mate hosting late night gatherings in her room, to the beautiful, blushing bride. I wish I could be there to see it today, but, alas, it would be quite awkward chattin' it up with your grandma. We'd discuss those crazy kids and their music and the entire time she'd be thinking, "Who the hell is this chump?"

That, and I have work I should be doing.

So, alas, I will be happy for my Becca at a distance. I probably won't be seeing or talking to her for a while (Broden, you lucky devil!) so I leave her this post to express my happiness for her.

Next summer, however, I'm staking my claim to the first post ceremony, congratulatory hug. I may let the parents get a hug in, as they did birth my Becca from their loins, but, aside from that, you best stay out of my way.

So, congrats, Becca. Good luck, Bro. I'll catch you on the flip side. Yo.