Yeah…weddings are expensive. I understood this fact, of course, but I didn’t really rationalize it until we met with the wedding planner and started to contemplate just how many paychecks I would be surrendering to one single night. So now, we must weigh the options of the my most hated enemy in the world, Eric Nathan, being the Best Man at my wedding in exchange for low-6-figs dedicated to the event. Decisions are going to need to be made soon. Very soon. Like this week soon. Help you, help me.

There needs to be a new Sherriff with enough balls to make this decision, and I think his sack was left in Tilted Town.