My friends Amanda and Matt got hitched Saturday underneath the mottled autumn leaves towering above the Old Hickory Country Club in Nashville. It was a sweet ceremony with lots of laughter (I do love a good vow bumble) and goddamn if I didn’t get teary-eyed watching those kids nervously but intently pledge their love and affection in front of their friends and family and a few golfers who paused to watch the ceremony.
It was the first time in a long time so many of The Kids have all been together, and it was pretty excellent. We are kind of a foul-mouthed, ridiculous, silly bunch anyway, but mix in $500 worth of alcohol and a DJ named Bart and you eventually end up with a group of sweaty (maybe that was just me) jackasses walking like Egyptians loudly and completely unironically. And later you might stand in a circle and hold hands and mangle an Etta James tune at the top of your lungs.
Pretty fine.
We all needed the levity, I think. Things have been pretty heavy lately. So I’m grateful that their union gave us all a chance to get together and act a fool. It’s getting harder and harder to do that the older and busier we get and the more the group spreads out across the country. But that just makes each reunion all the more important.
Anyway, M&A have many, many happy years ahead of them.
(More photos here.)
NOW, WHO’S NEXT?!
I’ll put money down on Project Pat. A come from behind upset in the race to the wedding aisle.