Topic of the night: engagement. Tonight was a VP/Manager/Intern mixer event at a bowling alley, where someone pulled me aside to say “Have you seen Amaris’s ring? She got engaged last night, not many people know so be sure to congratulate her!” I certainly did my part congratulating; Amaris is such a sweet girl; her boyfriend-turned fiance wasn’t half bad of a guy either. He freakin’ bowled 150+ Anyone who bowls that high is alright in my books.

Tomorrow is August 1. Bobby is getting married tomorrow. Granted she IS mormon, and their average marrying age is somewhere around 13. Still, Bobby graduated high school with us all; she even tearfully worked through her speech on the day of graduation. Who knew then that she’d meet her nice mormon husband-to-be her first semester at USC?

Today is July 31. One year exactly until Weaver and Jessie’s wedding, with their reception at the grand Richmond Science Museum. Those two lovebirds can’t be any happier. Just think, at our 5 year reunion, there could be baby Weavers and baby Bobbies running around. What a scary thought; we only graduated three years ago. None of us are even past 21. Almost all of us are still in school. Yet, I’ve never heard so much talk about being engaged, buying a ring, giving/getting a ring, planning a wedding.

I’m waiting to hear about the next engagement. I know it will happen within this next year (though I’m not certain when), but since it’s supposed to be a secret, I’ll keep my mouth shut because I’m a loyal friend. I do see some ring-shopping in someone’s future, though :)

I know I’m getting old. Nothing says it better than friends dropping like flies, one by one falling victim to the marriage trap.