It was a wedding four years in the making. And yet, it never maintained much trace of reality. Instead, it became the perfect opportunity for me to use social media to put a fitting conclusion to a longstanding joke.
Four years ago while I was dining with some fellow Lutes the topic of marriage came up. It was more an exasperated comment of frustration than anything, as one of the students (to be honest, I no longer remember who it was) complained about her stressed life at the time. She was worried about midterms and graduation and jobs and an uncertain future, when she let it slip that she just wished she knew something about her future. For example, she wished she knew when she would get married.