Communism and wedding cake

Oh my god, everyone I know is getting married. Or divorced.

Well, not everyone. Just these folks:

Kathleen and Eric: This weekend, they're having their bachelor(ette) parties at farflung locals like Dillon Beach (the site of a recent murder, which makes me think it's like West Side Story up there, only with real sharks) and Guerneville (hellooo, ladies). Then they're tying the knot (or cherry stem) in two weeks in the Santa Cruz hills.

Shana & Niko: A bunch of us are getting hotel rooms to party over the July 4 holiday down south somewhere.

Wendy and Matt: In September.

Russ' ex, Heather, just announced her betrothment.

Joanna's ex's ex told me she's getting married in a week (on the steps of City Hall).

And Brent's ex, Jill, just had her dad get remarried -- to a woman he'd only known for four months.

And I'm sure that's not all, because weddings and the Domino Theory go together like Laurel and Hardy. Here's how it works: Couples go to weddings and then either break up or decide to get married themselves. Not all couples, of course. But most weddings inspire some kind of conversation about "where things are going." At least I don't have to worry about having that conversation any more. Did I say any more? I meant right now. Ha ha. Yeah.

So who's next? I've got my guess, but I'm not saying who it is.