So despite the fact that I was walletless for the entire day, John and Chelsea's wedding was an impressive amount of fun. Michelle and I had a bang-up time playing with people's heads; rather than explain that we were just very good friends who have dated in the past but now occasionally go on date-type outings that are one hundred percent platonic, we figured it'd be way more fun just to let people believe what they had already assumed. It was incredible how people managed to phrase their questions so that we were able to preserve the illusion.

For example, instead of asking, "how long have you two been together?" a couple of people asked me, "when did you two start dating?" to which I was able to respond "about a year and a half ago." The question of "when did you two stop dating" never came up, so I did not feel too compelled to offer the information forward. We were told by a few people that we should get married. Others asked us how we were going to get by on just Michelle's band director's salary while I was finishing school. We agreed on most marital issues that came our way, but we found out that we are not milk compatible (I like 2%, she's a 1%). It was without a doubt the healthiest fake relationship I've ever been in.

Congratulations, John and Chelsea.

I went to Texas Roadhouse today for happy hour, and while I was flirting with the bartender she spilled my margarita on me. It was the best date ever.

Listening to - Roll to Me by Del Amitri