A couple of big things have happened in the last two weeks, one life-altering and one, not-so-life altering. In no particular order of importance (haha, yeah right), my sister got married and I...visited Arkansas. Let us begin with MKW05.

MKW05 was, in a word, awesome. After months of stressful planning over dress fittings, penis paraphenalia and personalized M&Ms, the day was finally here. And that was just my stress. You can imagine how freaked my sister was. Well, that all came to an end Oct. 22nd when my sister walked down the aisle with my dad. And damnit, if I didn't get choked up a bit myself. But it was admittedly a little difficult to concentrate on my own tears when I had all these chores to do throughout the mass and when my sister - as she would later admit - was a bit of a humorous wreck. Humorous only because the very day before, she had confided in me: "I'm not sure I'm going to cry, it might just be too crazy." Oh, no, sista, have you met you? All of us who knew my sister knew better than to believe that - a point that I made in my hit maid-of-honor toast.

Let me tell ya, I thought I was as boy-scout as I could be, prepared for my page-long toast and armed with a canned response to questions like, "So, where are you living now?" and "Do you have a job?" But let me tell ya, I was the world's worst boy scout when it came to the one question I did get asked: "Christine, when is it going to be your turn to get married?"

Whoa, folks, let's back it up a notch: beep, beep, beep. Where the hell did that come from? Wait, doesn't anyone want to know about my (lack of a) job? Doesn't anyone care to hear my quippy response as to why I live with my parents? Damnit, why is all you people care about weddings?!

I wish wedding photographer extraordinaire Joe could've taken a shot of my face as the first of a gillion people asked me when I was getting married. It might've looked something like the most frightened, confused, pissed off, un-boy-scout deer you've ever seen. My response to most all of these people: No boyfriend. No ring. You're at Table 6. I gotta get another glass of wine.