I write to you all from the parents table.

It began lame as hell. I was a single man with a married brother who had a young child. I was clearly there to keep them company.

Later, there I was with my own child. At a table of people I didn’t know with children. Next to the goddamn speaker.

Then, I’m happy to report, I was at one of my favorite cousins weddings. I was there with her oldest brother and his child my kids age. And a bunch of other people with kids that age. And it was awesome. Finally.

I submit the best table at a wedding is one that you really fit in with. Whatever commonality that may be.