I’ve led an interesting life, that much I’ll admit.  My best friend has always been a girl,  woman, female. What Freudian complex issue I’m dealing with, I’m sure will one day come to the surface, but this time I’ll just ramble on about my best friend Jenn.

Most times, those who pick on you don’t become your best friend. Most of the time, those who twirl your leg hair into dreads while you’re waiting for your match of whatever-paddle-and-ball-“sport”-we’re-playing-that-semester-in-gym-class don’t become your best friend. I could go on and on, but her and I have stuck together for the past 13 years.  For those 13 years, she’s had her eye on one prize, Bijan.

Bijan and I served together at the Woodbridge EMS squad back in high school. That’s when I really got to know him, as he went to a cross-town high school. He always was a really great guy and loved to help people. 9 years later, once again with my best friend Jenn, he finally asked her to marry him and this past weekend they threw an amazing party.

Best wishes to the newly wed couple, best of luck with the pregnancy, here’s hoping he’s a Rangers fan.

Remember that time your best friend got married? I laid off the booze and won’t forget any of it. Best of luck to the lovely couple, can’t wait for that mustached baby to pop out.