Its official ... and I'm on crack (again)

Its way late. I should have been in bed a long time ago if I intend to get up in the a.m. for a work out but ...

Its official. The first time I ever went to a wedding I was a senior in college (yeah, close family we are, right ... damn cousins didn't invite us) and I was in the wedding. And she was one of my best friends and he was a good friend. They had two wonderful, beautiful children. Then he had an affair and left and today the divorce was official. Its strange. Really strange.

And the crack? Well, a friend is getting married in Costa Rica in May and I need a vacation. So its perfect, right? Go down a bit early and hang out. Except everyone I know that is going is part of a couple. And half of one of those couples is 2x. So my plan was to go with triathlon friend and her husband for a little pre-wedding adventure. Not ideal for any of involved but the best I could come up with. Separate from this, 2x's friend (we'll call him Dave because, well, that's his name and even I'm having a hard time keeping up with the nicknames) was doing something similar with 2x and 2x's girl. So, after much emailing and convincing and flirting I have agreed, tentatively to combine our groups.

So yeah, that's my vacation. It has disaster written all over it. So someone, somewhere must have slipped me some crack for me to agree to this debacle, right?

Right.

'night.