After the rehearsal dinner, I headed home to Somerville. Basically I did this because what better way is there to say goodbye to the single life than in an apartment filled with mice and cockroaches that frequently smells like garbage? Also, MCat was there, and if there was ever an advertisement for leaving singlehood behind, he's it. I kid.
Anywho, I felt like a swarm of wasps had been let loose in my stomach as I sped home on the bike. I wasn't sure then why I was nervous, and I'm not really sure now, but I was one sorry anxious not-that-young man. And it was that kind of cloying anxiety that nothing gets rid of. I had some cigarettes, played some poker, had a wank - nothing. Finally I just hit the Tylenol PM and sacked out.
The next morning I was somehow MORE anxious, which I wasn't sure was possible. I got up, got dressed and rode down to the South Shore like a banshee, a banshee who is about to get married.
That's all I've got time for today, so tomorrow I will cover in great detail the actual ceremony.
