Guess who's getting married?

Five years ago, Beven and I sat in the food court at the Gallagher Student Center. "There he is," she said, pointing at Pat while he played video Golf at Ryan's Pub, "he has a crush on me. What do you think?"

It didn't much matter what I thought, because the next thing I knew I was helping her pick an outfit to meet the parents (and pouring her a few nerve-calming drinks before they all went out to dinner) and she was telling Pat that it was me, not her, who clogged the toilet with a combination of puke and explosive diarrhea the morning he first slept over (in separate beds, Mr. O'Brien, I promise).

By the time I left to study abroad, they'd already been nicknamed Paven, the Bennifer of Xavier University.

Today, they ran the Chicago Marathon before Pat asked Beven to be his wife.

I woke up at noon and ate a breakfast burrito.