She invited me, I attended. It was a nice ceremony, not overly ornate, but unspeakably Catholic at moments. (I'm a non-practicing Catholic myself; can't bring myself to give up on it completely, though.) The reception was also nice, if a little loud; musicians should never be allowed to operate their own mixer boards, it never works out well. A three course dinner was served, followed by the obligatory wedding cake. I talked up a couple of the single female guests, nothing special happened. The whole time, though, I had "The Boys of Summer" playing in my head. I dunno why; we went out for a few months 8 years ago, and spent most of of college in the same classes, so there's no unfinished business left between us. I suppose what bothered me was just knowing that she's no longer an option, even though I've had no particular interest in her for years, and that time is moving on and we're all getting older and settling down. Nothing too out of the ordinary, I suppose. All I can say is I wish her well.