So yeah, after watching "Be Cool" last night with T (to avoid confusion, he shall be henceforth referred to as "The Italian"), he asks me to be his best man.
Are you sure?
I was totally caught off guard. I never expected it. I was honored. Flattered. Confused.
So yes, I will be best man at the wedding of recently-engaged Miss A and the Italian.
If you don't remember, my relationship with this couple has an interesting history. The Italian was, in fact, the intrusive friend involved in "the scam that wasn't."
The irony is not lost on me.
I might just tell some version of that "scam" story during the toasts.