Friends-in-law

The wedding was beautiful, mostly because the couple getting married are just so. It was a festive weekend, but an exhausting one at that. I have one more energy-draining weekend coming up, and then I can start focusing on test-studying. June is the beginning of my freedom, and I'm actually trying not to focus on the proverbial "light" at the end, because I feel it won't help me go on with the momentum I have right now.

Anyhoo, the wedding. Yes.

So, you may have noticed, but I have attended quite a few weddings recently. 5 to be exact, since last September.

It's the age, I suppose. I'm at the age where people around me are making monumental decisions. I suppose I'm at the age where things are suddenly starting to be more official, and more legal.

Before, friends were friends. There were friends and their boy/girl-friends, and that's what they were. My friend's boyfriend. My friend's girlfriend. My friend's transgendered lover. I never thought of it any further, but ever since my friends starting getting hitched, I've started to become aware of a concept that I've branded in my head as "friend-in-laws".

Friends are not legally bound (unless specific situations obligate them to be so). But when they enter these commitments, I can't help but be really conscious about how they're now in a situation where they are legally responsible of another person. Not in a custodial way (well maybe somewhat), but more in a binding way of your-decision-is-my-decision way.

So my friends make this new jump, and now their spouses become more than just friends by association. They become friends-in-laws. Even though I have no legal connections to my friend, the spouses do, and therefore the idea of "mutual friends" take up a another level. Do I make sense? I don't know.

Soon, there will be kids, and they'll become my... I don't know what, but something else other than just plain kids to me. It's all going to be so friggin weird, but it's such a natural process that I probably will just wake up one day and realize that this is all happening.

Oh well. C'est la vie. I don't mean that woefully, either. But that's just what it is. Life.

Here's a picture of me fulfilling my friend duty as a candle sponsor. The color theme was red and gold because the bride and groom both graduated from USC. No joke.


For my food-blog companions, sorry for the absence of food. These crazy weekends have not allowed me to cook one bit. All I've gots to say is, thank goodness for Trader Joe's.