We had a pact, Jerry!!! A pact? We just shook hands. -Seinfeld

"If one day Relationship George walks through that day then Independent George, the one you know and love to hang out with, will cease to exist." - George Castanza

What to do? I spent the last month of my life scrambling around in the wake of Katrina trying to prioritize my life when in my life was fine to begin with. Still, the new unforeseen events has created ultimate turmoil in everyone's life as we know. Whether they are a distant friend/relative or a close family member in need of a place to stay. Amongst all of this craziness life went on in other places in the world. People arose to their morning slumber, read their weekly fish hacks sports guy, and drank their Pumpkin spike latte's as they proceeded to work.

This brings me to my next point. One of my best buddies from college is getting married this upcoming weekend in Boston. I had originally planned to be in the wedding with my wife and I making a vacation out of a beautiful Boston fall weekend. Well, once September rolled around all things that had to deal with things I wanted to do was put on hold. My buddy pleaded with me for weeks to abandon the trip in order to save money that we had lost due to the hurricane. I on the other hand had refused to give up on the wedding. If I was going to do anything that resembled somewhat normalcy it would be to attend a friend's wedding.

With this in mind. I booked another flight leaving from my new location heading out to Boston. With the help of my friend I am now able to save some money by crashing at his place. Once again I we feel like an old college roommate coming into town to crash on the couch, and party all weekend while disrupting the neighbors sleep patterns with my loud New Orleans accent. Now that will feel normal. Upon talking to my friend he is going through the most difficult of wedding preparations and when are they never difficult. After spending an hour coaxing him down off a ledge of chaoticness that revolved seat arrangements, party favors, place settings, and moving out of his old bachelor pad, he and I seemed resolute that our new professions would be anything that has to do with weddings. I could just see me running around planning flower arrangements for some southern debutante's wedding day. "What you want is a catcus lilly, with a slight hint of Kentucky bluegrass. Once your wedding is over you can roll it up and smoke the wibbie jibbies out of it."

It's funny when your friends get married because you suddenly realize how old you really are. It's like an age definer. I laughed and laughed as he complained about every little detail of the wedding. Smirking with a look of been there done that. The most disappionting thing about this whole wedding is that my wife and I can't make a vacation out of it. I am going to miss that. Then again I am just happy to be lucky enough to go to the wedding while others are figuring out how they are going to make it through the day. Once again, miss ya'll back home. Take care and watch out for the brown pike.