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Gaga got married this past weekend! After years of waiting, after years of living in Hong Kong and just recently moving back, she's married the man of her dreams and her boyfriend from freshman year of college. She's the last of us that was a lock to get married. Gene, Ryan, and Gaga were the only ones with potential marriages lined up and now that they're all hitched, the betting can begin anew. It'll be hard to choose who's next out of the rest of the San Diego losers though; nobody else is even close. Or are they?!

Shockingly, out of the many weddings I've been to, this was the first wedding with an open bar all night long. Top shelf liquor for hours on end. People were toast by seven o'clock, which made for a pretty fun time. This was also the first wedding I'd been to with little to no religious affiliation. The "pastor" was licensed by an Internet site and the speech he gave was both hilarious and brief. It was like a best man speech posing as a wedding ceremony. Fabulous stuff. The venue looked like it was an Oscar awards show and everything was classy and beautiful.

Nancy and Eddie rented a photo booth and that turned out to be a super hit. Photo booths should be de rigeur for all group functions. My wedding will have a sticker picture booth, a blogging station, boba on tap, a yogurt machine, free toy dispensers to distribute party favors, and oh so much more. Apparently my wedding will be held in Convoy. You're all invited. Bring your swimsuits too.

My favorite moment of the night? James stepping up and busting out "She's Your Queen To Be" (video). If you need to ask where that's from or why it's funny, we probably shouldn't be friends. Actually, I was possibly the only person in the crowd who could really appreciate the moment. It's been a dream of ours to have this sung at a wedding. Yeah, we dream big. Sadly, Victor and Ameer weren't in the room so James will have to perform at least once more. Maybe at my wedding after he finishes cooking the kalbi.

The best part is that James went the whole nine yards and Sexual Chocolated that shit and dropped the mic at the end. The DJ wasn't a very happy guy and said that if the mic broke, he'd have to be reimbursed. Loser. There was no question in my mind (or James') that the mic would be dropped at the end of the performance. Didn't everyone see it coming?

Here's to inevitabilities.

She's your Queen-to-be. A Queen-to-be forever. A Queen who'll do whatever his highness desires. She's your Queen-to-be. A vision of perfection. An object of affection to quench your royal fire. Completely free from infection. To be used at your discretion. Waiting only for your direction. Your Queen-to-be.