Wednesday, July 18, 2001
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Wednesday, July 18, 2001 |
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For whom the wedding bell tolls By MICHAEL
BOYLAN This will be my last column for a couple of weeks. If you're wondering what happened to last week's column, it was about Friday the 13th and it walked under a ladder, crossed the path of a black cat and opened an umbrella indoors. The reason why I won't be writing a column for a few weeks is because I'll be out of town. I'm getting married. Yes, this Saturday I will join the legions of happy couples around the world united in wedded bliss. Can you tell I'm almost a newlywed? It seems people are really shocked by my optimism and almost everyone I know has asked if I was getting nervous yet. They ask with laughter bubbling under their tongues. It seems they want me to break out in sweat and say, "God, yes. I'm freaking out! My life will never be the same again and I'll always look back to this one Saturday and know why." I'm not nervous, though. I feel fairly calm and I know I am in love. Sabine and I have known each other since middle school and we've always been good friends. Since we started dating last March, I've gotten to know her even better and we have a very good time together. We balance each other out, too. She is very organized and has contingency plans for her contingency plans, while I am fairly mellow and like to do things at the spur of the moment. I am looking forward to our life as man and wife. I also know I hated being single, which is why I get kind of annoyed at some of these people who can't believe I'm not nervous. I realize it's all in good fun, reminding me that my bachelor days are almost over, but I couldn't care less. Being a bachelor was not much fun. I was living at home in a city where girls were either still in high school or married with children. The social scene in Fayette County is almost nonexistent and the one that is here is filled with middle-aged divorcees. If you have ever seen a group of 50-year-old men and women dance to Clarence Carter's "Stroke It," you know the nightmares that follow can haunt a person for the rest of his life. I am actually very excited about the wedding. We are getting married in our old hometown in Massachusetts and many of our relatives and our families' friends and neighbors will be attending the ceremony and reception. It will be nine years this November since I lived north of the Mason-Dixon line. I don't think I would ever go back to living in New England, but it is a great place to visit and there is nothing like walking around your old stomping grounds. I hope everybody has a great rest of July and when I come back I will tell you all about my excursion to Europe. Thanks for everybody's good wishes and generosity these past few weeks. I'll see you soon. |
