Last night we ate dinner at Sarah’s parents’ house. Adrienne served a delicious Melon Marriage Soup, made with blended canteloupe and honeydew. It was like one of those mind-boggling Steak ‘n’ Shake multi-flavor shakes, where the drink’s so thick, the two flavors each stay on their side of the glass. (Come to think of it, I’m not sure that’s the kind of marriage we want to be promoting. I prefer my melons all mixed together.)

Anyway, there turned out to be an ulterior motive. “There’s a reason I’m serving this,” she said. “It’s because you can’t elope!”

Yeah, I think I’m marrying into the right family.