I gave the toast at my niece’s wedding tonight. It went like this:
Jessica invited me to give the toast on marriage and I am a good choice, cause I’m thirty-six and single. I respect the institution too much to enter it. I am sure if I ever set foot in it, they would throw me out, because I have never met someone like they’ve found each other. Tagore said: Each new baby proves that God has not lost faith in humanity. And each new marriage proves humanity hasn’t lost faith in love. A toast to the bride and groom and love. To love!
Then I drank alone, wondering why the wedding suddenly tasted like a funeral.