"So, anyway, the moral of this story is that I don’t want to wear a sleeveless dress when I am the maid of honor in your wedding.”

“Oh.  Yeah.  Well, you wouldn’t be the maid of honor at this point anyway.”

“What?  What do you mean?  You totally asked me if I would be your maid of honor.”

“Adrienne, I’m not even getting married.”

“Yeah, but we had this conversation a long time ago.  You asked, ‘If I ever get married, will you be my maid of honor?’ And I said yes!”

“Well, I didn’t have a best friend then.”

“What?"

“Well, don’t worry.  You’re still my second choice.”

“Second choice?  What?  What is that?  You’re bumping me from maid of honor status?  That hurts, man.”

“But I’ll still invite you.”

“Yeah.  Thanks.  Just for the record, I’m totally keeping your birthday present now.”

***

“Dude, can you believe I was bumped from maid of honor status?”

“Well, wouldn’t you be matron of honor anyway?”

“Whatever.”

“And how old was she when she asked you that?  Wasn’t she 15 or something?  She’s 23 now you know.”

“What?  No.  Well, maybe.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s the principle of the thing.”

“And you blog about how I’m the ridiculous one.”

“Quit trying to change the subject.”