I am overjoyed to announce the engagement of our dear Holly to Aamir, who on Friday evening ceremonially proposed (with a lovely aquamarine ring) where their relationship began more than three years ago -- on Jen's bed. To those not in the know, it wasn't as dirty as it sounds. Not quite, anyway.
Another important ritual took place Saturday morning: The Official Foisting Off of Bridal Magazines and Catalogs from the Newly Married to the Newly Betrothed. She was happy to have them; I was happy to have them the hell out of the spare room. I'm hoping the Bag Of Wedding Crap (which weighs roughly 25 pounds, by the way, and necessitates a small donkey for transport), will become a sort of heirloom among The Group, passed down woman after woman, until the last one married gets stuck with it like a matrimonial hot potato.
Women of my circle, take note, lest you be left holding the bag.
It is also my pleasure to announce that on April 30, Will and Melinda will become homeowners. Sales contracts were signed over the weekend on a charming three-bedroom colonial. Melinda seems equal parts stunned and excited and, at this writing, has spent at least 44 of the past 48 hours mentally redecorating the house. Although she's not yet responded to any sentence that does not contain the words "paint," "countertop," "hardwood floor," or "bolster pillow," she has stopped throwing up and even managed a bit of solid food on Sunday evening. We think she'll pull through.
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