I just got back from my cousin Albert's wedding. It was great...the whole thing was beautiful (and expensive!) but everyone had a blast. It was kind of scary though, since Al is only about 6 months older than me and now he's like, an adult and everything. I think I just like to pretend that I'm mature without any intention of actually ever becoming a "grown-up." "Grown-up" is synonymous to "Grown-old" for me. But for all my talk about being afraid of commitment and never wanting to get married, maybe it's all a smokescreen. L-Dogg once said that it's the people who speak the loudest about never wanting to get married who are the ones who want to get married the most. My dad, in a drunken state, declared to everyone that I'm next. I think he's trying to not so subtly kick me out of the nest.