One of the stranger days of my life involved going to the wedding of the man who had been my first boyfriend. The man who had been my second boyfriend was the best man. We were all still young enough to look like awkward teenagers in our proper clothes; it was stunning how little the dynamics in our group had changed, even though most of us hadn't seen one another in years. I'm glad I went. I'm glad I probably won't see most of those people again. It was like that.

I'm glad you had a good weekend.