Lose My Balls

A few weeks yonder past this day, one of my best friends from University got engaged. Mr. and Mrs. Gary and Ellen Clark, as their mail will now read, are definitely in my top three couples, ahead of Jim and Pam but just behind Bert and Ernie. So needless to say I was excited for my friend. Not only because her fiancee is awesome but because I will be in attendance at the wedding and get to misbehave quite wonderfully. Think every inappropriate quote/scene from Old School and Wedding Crashers.

So anyway, yeah I lost my manhood...er uh balls if you will. After initially getting word of the engagement via text message, I called Ms. Fleming the following afternoon to congratulate her and so on. What was planned to be a brief 5-10 minute conversation turned into a half hour of me asking where Gary proposed, if they set a date, did they find a site, a wedding planner, floral arrangments...or my balls by any chance? Apparently I was "giggling like a school girl" during this conversation and for the first time ever, Ellen had to try to end the conversation with me and not vice versa.


Photo courtesy of Michelle Gardina Photography

Do I have girlish tendencies for getting excited about all this? Maybe. My cousin is getting married in June so I was a little curious as to the details of her wedding in comparison to his. Does that make me a great friend, concerned cousin, or both? All of the above if you ask me. But in the end these tryouts are not only to encourage me to get the most out of life but to learn something from the experiences. I now know never to get excited about anything Ellen tells me and going forth my only interest regarding weddings will be whether or not there is an open bar and how many bridesmaids are single.

However, I still did...


Lose my balls, check.