My Cardboard Balcony

Tomorrow, one of my good friends is getting married. Yes, it is that time of my life. Time for those I know to start getting hitched. Myself included. This wedding also marks the first time I have been a member of a bridal party. As I know the groom, I am a groomsman (or groomsperson, I suppose? Is that the better descripto for me). I get to wear a tux, look all cool with the rest of the boys, and make my fiancée swoon. I get to see some amazing friends of mine who I don't get to hang out with that often due to distance. I'm really happy for my friend and his wife-to-be, but I'm also happy for everyone involved because it means we can reunite and commemorate our friendships and times together. And that sappiness is enough to make any pragmatist gag. Time for me to get some sleep and get ready for my buddy's big day. Weddings are pretty intense, yo! Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Here Comes The Bride by Belinda Roddie Joe's best friend was getting married to a devout Satanist.

I found Cidra dead in the curve of the valley after the battle was over, blood traveling down the slopes of her armor as she lay in her own carnage. Two precise strokes from a dagger decorated the sides of her jaw, making beautiful incisions just across the most valuable blood vessel. I tried to lift her and carry her off so she could have a proper funeral and burial, but she was too heavy for me, and I was too tired and injured to do it without help.