Feeling Old.

I went to another wedding reception last night. I was a bit worried, at first -- I knew three people there who weren't in the wedding party, and none of them were at my table.

And this is the thing I hate about wedding receptions. I hate having to sit at a table and engage in awkward, forced conversation with total strangers. Luckily (for me, not my table-mates), there was an open bar. Also, because I'm no longer a binge-drinking college student, it takes a lot less alcohol to achieve the transformation from bashful awkward guy to charming conversationalist.

Anyway, I felt old at the wedding reception last night for two reasons:
1.) This was yet another piece of evidence regarding my lowered alcohol tolerance
2.) I realized that I'm pretty much out of single friends now, with a few notable exceptions. I think my wedding-attending era is coming to an end.
2a.) This can only mean one thing -- the divorces will soon begin.