My roommate is now a fiancé. Last weekend his girl, Lynn, made him a really nice dinner and once they were digesting in the bedroom, she popped the question. He said yes. They're getting married. Woop! No more bachelor pad references at our crib...

They have no wedding date set in stone yet, but they are leaning towards having the big day in December. I'll pass on the info when I know it. And it's pretty likely that he'll pass it on to you directly.

Man. I came back from a three day weekend of Vermont skiing with a terrific story of a 360° flip on ice—with a fist sized bruise on my ass to boot—and he pulls this on me. What a trump card. For some reason people would rather talk about his ring than look at my bruised butt.

Hope to see you at the wedding.