My friends are starting to get married. Not helping the quarterlife crisis one bit. My gal Gaby (friends since age 10) got married last month. It was my first close friend to get married. The most surreal, eye-opening moment was after the ceremony which was very formal and took place in a church. Gaby and her husband Mark got in the girls limo with us to drive to the reception. Looking like they could finally relax, they each poured a stiff drink, searched for the best rap song on the radio, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was a candid moment that made me think. I thought about what my parents and their friends were like when they got married. Were the groomsmen pre-partying before the ceremony? Were the bridesmaids nervously re-applying make-up and figuring out how to sneak champagne into the church? Was the couple happy to have the pictures over with so they could hang with their friends? Gaby’s wedding was the best possible introduction to the second quarter.