(It is also true that, at least for this first one, I will have almost the exact same cast of characters on hand. This is me & K, seventeen or eighteen, after I drank prodigious amounts of wine in the bathroom of a friend’s younger sister’s Bat Mitzvah party. Actually, come to think of it, we were hiding out in the sideroom next door, a tiny salon known as The Bridal Room. This is pretty much precisely how we will spend our first weddings, I imagine, except this time, being legal, we will drink in the open, and leave the bride to ready herself in peace.)