My fiction-writing friend Matt got engaged over Christmas. I e-mailed him when the news broke.

I: "Congrats on the engagement, sir. Obviously I want to know when the wedding is, and can I throw shredded-up poems at you at the reception? Of all the people who are on the verge of marriage, you're my favorite."

He: "You most certainly can toss shredded poems. We're thinking about an October 2012 wedding and doing everything at the Orpheum. The Orpheum doesn't like confetti of any sort, but you won't get any grief from me. The more literature at the reception the better."

This is a party I'm already looking forward to.