One small misstep and that phrase becomes “martial bliss.” That’s funny to me.

Because really, there’s such a thin line between love and war.

The ceremony, I imagine, was beautiful. I was in meetings until 6 PM, so I wouldn’t have any way of knowing for sure — though brides and grooms all seemed incredibly happy about where they were, and that’s all that matters.

Glad that it happened for all four involved. Four really good people who all deserve each other — in their respective pairings, I should say. Double weddings required careful semantics…

And the after-party reception was nice. Got to see a lot of people that I don’t see often enough, a few more that I haven’t seen in what may be years, and only a few that I was hoping had been hit by trucks and eradicated from the planet.

All in all, the best wedding that I’ve been to in quite some time.

You know, I keep trying to type “wedding” as “weeding.” I wonder what that says?