For my cousin’s bachelor party dinner, I got to go to Texas Roadhouse, sit at the bar (:sarcastic whoopee:), and watch a married man try to pick up an (I’m almost positive) attached woman. It rather embarrassed me, for my sake and for theirs, and was definitely awkward; in other words it was rather amusing, though I do not condone the behavior at all and tried to subtly talk the guy out of it. (I think “you’re going to get shot down” were my exact words.)
Dave, I just want to make one distinction. When I left you all for your evening carousing, you said “I understand why you can’t come.” I appreciate that, but I hope you understand not why I couldn’t go but why I didn’t want to go. I think that’s important.
Also, thank you for being so generous when I took a couple joking barbs at you. It was your bachelor party (part 1), after all! (For the record, I think “identical cousins” was a stroke of genius. I think Scott might have believed me. In the future I’ll refrain from the jibe that I followed with.)
To my favorite cousin, probably my favorite relative (I haven’t really made a list, but it’s probably a pretty safe bet), congratulations on the upcoming nuptials. I’ll be there for you.