For whom the bell tolls?

Breaking news! He proposed! She accepted! Soooo...

I'm going to be my brother's best man!

Yeah, I knew that there was something fishy with her comming over today, bringing champaigne and stuff. Felt it in my bones, when asked my mum this morning when the wedding was. And the shocker. Well, it's still a year, but do you imagine my brother walking down the isle? I can't, yet.

The best man, huh? That's not an easy job, as it turns out. Not only will I have to drink with every single person invited, condemning myself for a king of hangovers the morning after, but I'll also have to, like, talk to them. What will we talk about? Oh the usual: weather, politics. my love life. Either I bring a girlfriend to a party and I will have to ignore questions like: "So, when's your turn?", or I won't and have to ignore those like: "Why haven't you a girlfriend?". Being the youngest, I'll be the only wifeless amigo left. Thanks bro, for throwing me right into the jaws of inquisitive aunts.

The wedding has its good sides, however. He'll leave!!! Not that I hate my brother (at least not more than any healthy younger sibling), but his leave means a free room in the house! A free room I'll be sure to use well. Will it be a study full of bookcases and a fireplace? A modern 'hardcore room' full of videogame consoles and game related stuff? A nuclear shelter? The options are plenty. That's the best gift I could ever get, love ya bro:*

I get along with my (future) sister-in-law well (that's something rare, generally I consider my family to be a bunch of old farts:), so I wish them the best. The only thing I'm worried about is donning a dreaded suit again. Every time it's like bathing in acid. Oh, well, what won't one do for their family?

Congratulations and best wishes, guys!