Oh, what a beautiful irony. Due to Uncle Mac's brilliant detective work, which ended in more or less reuniting the Cates family, Mike and I are going to wind up in the same wedding party, and there's nothing Uncle Mac can do about it.
Maybe when he sees that Mike is perfectly able to function under these circumstances (wearing a tux, making a toast, ect.), he will change his tune. Providing Mike is able to function. Or should I say, chooses to function, given his opinions on the formalities of society. I don't think Mike would do anything that would hurt Jagger, though, so he'll probably make an effort.
Anyway, when Mike found out I was going to be Karen's maid of honor, he said maybe the wedding would be "some fun" after all. But maybe I'm reading too much into it.
On the other hand, when I contemplate Michael Cates in a tuxedo, I get so stupidly weak I can't believe it. (The only thing I would like to see more is Michael Cates without a shirt on, and the thought of that makes me even weaker.)
