The invitation to the wedding said black tie. That afternoon I put on my black silk dress and a pearl necklace while my boyfriend searched for the cuff links for his tux. Brian and I were at that point in our relationship (together just under a year) where we liked to talk about weddings (\"What did you think of the cake?\" \"Would you ever make your best man wear a kilt?\") but weren't yet ready to talk about marriage. Still， I loved going to weddings--loved， most of all， engaging in catty repartee about the proceedings， the splendor， the amazing and ridiculous pledge of commitment to lifelong everything that felt so beyond me.