And then, thank god, I got back to NY where I can easily ignore such nonsense in favor of having three drinks. Three drinks in, it's easy to realize, "Well, I'm not responsible enough for marriage or kids at all." (That realization might be slightly slurred.) And then once I realized that, I celebrated with more drinks.
The best thing to come out of the endless St. Thomas Wedding Discussion was a confession by one of the Jens. (Of course, there were two Jens, and of course, both their last names started in R.) Jen said, "My first song at my wedding is gonna be 'You Shook Me All Night Long' -- it's my favorite!"
We were all drunk, so to check that I had the right song I sang some lyrics to her:
Knockin' me out with those American thighsI hope I get invited to her wedding; I want to take photos of her dad. Or her mom.
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there