Weddings....or Funerals?

A close friend of mine and I recently started a competition based on who can get invited to more weddings. You get 1 point for getting invited to a wedding, 2 points for being in the wedding party, and 3 points if you are best man. You don’t get any points if the person getting married is family or if you go as someone’s date. The competition ends when one of us gets married. The winner gets 50 wings and a bottle of Dom at Hooters.

I’m starting to think that we might want to start up a similar competition based on who can get invited to more funerals. We’re getting to the age where people are going to start dropping, let’s be honest. For every three weddings, there’s bound to be at least one funeral.

I was in Vegas a couple weekends ago and witnessed a funeral in the making, as one of our friends from high school officially moved to Vegas. It was quite an experience to be there when he got off the plane and sipped on his first cocktail at the bar as an official Vegas resident. We were just there to party for the weekend, and I kept laughing, patting him on the back and saying “You live here now, buddy.” What I saw in his eyes was fear. The booze, the drugs, the gambling, the women; it’s going to be too much. Who could handle that?

I give him 2 months. He’ll be dead by July.