My old friend Shelby reminded me today on Facebook that "Mission Impossible," a tradition of attempts by friends to hook me up, has officially ended now that I'm engaged. I previously detailed Mission Impossible here.
Mission Impossible was, as it turns out, impossible. None of my friends were able to hook me up with the right girl. So, I took it upon myself to trust my reliable friend named The Internet and find Amanda myself. (Scott takes partial credit for the hook-up considering he rounded the funds up for the Match.com account.)
I've had the privilege to be a part of a lot of weddings and engagements over the past couple years: I of course played a part in Nina and David's wedding. I helped Scott get to the alter and threw his epic bachelor party. I shot Cuddy and Kayla's engagement photos.
I just got Amanda's ring back in the mail after a re-size (I was only off by .25 of a size, for the record), so now that she's got the ring on the finger again, I figure I should cross myself off the list of The Greatest Quartet of Bachelors Ever to Step Foot on WWU Campus.
It's the end of an era.