Ok... next week I am the Best Man in my friends wedding. We were supposed to go to Vegas 2 weeks ago but it was canceled because his soon to be mother in law decided to give them a coed wedding shower on that exact day. Coincidence? I think not! The worst part is he just rolled over and took it.
Well it's Saturday time for me to go my best friends wedding shower. I now use the term "best friend" very loosely now. It makes me sad. He reminds me of the girl from Coming to America, the first one he is supposed to marry. I think every answer to his fiance's questions is "whatever it is you like". It's depressing.