Happy wedding day Bruce Wexler

My man Bruce is getting married tonight to a wonderful girl named Corey. About this I could not be more pleased. Alas, the logistics of traveling across the country when money isn't plentiful and all vacation days have been allocated are...well, let's just say it became very difficult for me to justify. Such is life, I suppose.

On pretty much every wedding day I grow nostalgic. I think of my first memories with the person, what they meant to me, deeper conversations, that sort of thing. Bruce has a special place in my heart because of the depth to which we once knew each other. There's just something special about sharing the teenage years, when you're scared of life and think no one else feels that way.

Whatever photos I have with him are someone in my parents' house, 3000+ miles away*. I my head I've got a whole montage building though -- the days where I tormented him and his curly hair by yelling "peeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrmmmm" down the Enfield Middle School hallway; the high school years when we became friends and spent hours memorizing people's senior quotes (newsflash: I've never been cool); time spent watching Eagles games and Rocky movies and making amateur clown films (again, never been cool); times where I got to non-challantly brag that "oh yeah, my friend Bruce is in a Miller Lite commercial."

That kid is getting married today. Congrats my man. Here's hoping we can catch up down the road.

*Google maps tells me it's actually 2862 miles away if you take I-80, 2894 if you take I-94. I think I'd opt for the latter. Because what's the rush?