impeding cult induction

T, a good friend from high school, the only person I still keep in semi-regular contact with from my high school, is engaged. She's the first of my friends (not friends of friends or that girl who was in my English class) to be getting married, or as I prefer to call it, joining the cult.

I have a theory (that M attempts to pass off as his own) about how marriage=cult. I will not elaborate on it now. Suffice it to say, I'm not on Bush's payroll claiming that marriage is the answer to a crowd of social ills.

Despite my anti-marriage attitudes, I am excited about T's impending nuptials. She's great. Her fellow is great. They're great together. They've been together approximately forever - since our senior year of high school with a year-long break a couple of years back. For so long, they've been my model of a 'good relationship:' people who are whole and happy independent of each other who take tremendous joy from each other's company. During anti-relationship phases, I would think 'there are relationships like T and D's out there. Maybe I'll have one someday' & I would be a bit comforted.

So they have my approval, but it feels like this is opening up the floodgates. My friends are getting married. Time to start stocking up on superfluous appliances. . . maybe they'll be a sale on salad spinners this weekend.