Mr. and Mrs. Badillo...

So for the man who, in some ways, still feels he's still a kid in highschool, it's getting a little more apparent that he isn't. (to stir away any confusion, I'm that man.) Today, I witnessed another one of my oldest friends in life get married. (That makes 3. Or 2 and a half according to Momo. I guess Bart doesn't count as a whole point) And Tosi seems to be scheduled by the end of the year. And it's still not sinking in. That they're married. Or maybe I guess I've known Glen (groom) and Tina (bride) so long together that they've always seemed married to me and maybe the wedding was off cause it was so late. A good match those two.

As for the wedding of Mr and Mrs Badillo itself, the priest asked the groom if he had seen Jesus which he didn't quite know how to answer and it showed in his face, his right shoe still had a price tag on it, the priest frowned at the entourage for cheering on the groom everytime he said the words "I do" (Yeah you do!"), one of the entourage was late, and another one couldn't make it, but the bride was stunning, while the groom looked stunned. And as for the entourage, I'll have to admit, was successful in making the whole wedding look goooood. Oh, and the host at the reception was totally kickass awesome. (It was my 1st time to host one. Helen, God bless her soul, helped me prep.)

And after the party we found ourselves at a Starbucks on West Avenue with Mr and Mrs Badillo. Hanging out and laughing out loud in celebration of another milestone in our lives. (Yeah, we did!)