So George my hispanic pal since I started med school finally decided to get married to Jennifer after only dating for 8 years. He’s always been impulsive but we try to reign him in. We drive up to Wichita for a short reunion at Chipotle with Robin, George, Valeria and Pon. (Little does Jessica know her days of Chipotle are soon coming to an end, my friend). We bunk up with Robin for the night and head out to the golf course in the morning for George’s last round of single golf (and coincidentally my first round of golf without windmills). Notice my superb form, my easy swing, my graceful follow through. (Ignore the ball that’s still on the ground). George has to cut the morning short though, because he has to go run and get married real quick. Pon is the best man and I am a groomsman—but who, I ask, has actually known George the longest? I contend I met him first, but don’t worry, Pon only got to be best man cause he’s a big crier. Anyway, the wedding went off without a hitch except for the wind (see “windy bride” below) and we danced all night, or laughed at Billy dancing anyway.
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