C'mon everybody! Let's get in our Sunday best and be grownups!

As of Saturday, I have been to three weddings this year. Of course, weddings are beautiful and emotional and enjoyable. Each time I go to these events, I'm reminded of the fact that this is only the beginning of the windfall of weddings. The wedding this weekend was for my boyfriend's best friend since childhood. She was marrying someone she had known in high school, even though they weren't high school sweethearts. It was a bit of a high school reunion for Scott because of all the guests there.

The hilarity of the situation comes from the following:

Scott introducing me to the people he knows:
"Oh, (insert name here), this is my girlfriend Diana"

The differing dialogues that followed:
"Nice to meet you, this is (insert name here), we're getting married next week"
"What a lovely dress, this is (insert name here), we just got engaged!"
"Hi, I'm (insert name here), this is my husband/wife"

I am not kidding. What was slightly more paralyzing was the realization that this amount of people our age had become adults. Here are people that have real jobs and make real money or are pursuing higher education. They have dogs and cats in houses they have bought. They might be having kids soon or have some already.

At each statement, Scott and I make side glances to each other spelling out: "when did everyone our age become grownups?"

We left the wedding after goodbyes to the bride and groom, not waiting for the cutting of the cake or the tossing of the bouquet. We decided to find a bar and made our way to The Londoner, where it was crowded with dressed-down people. We sat at the bar in our Sunday best and had a couple of beers each and talked about the future: about the adventures that we'd go on, the places we'd see, and the imaginations that we refused to crush in the other.

And I realized, what could possibly be more adult than that?