I looked at the time and opened my World Clock on my phone. Nine a.m. here meant it was four p.m. yesterday in San Diego.
“I think I’ll just text them at one time. It’ll be easier.”
“Good call. Love that plan.”
I picked up my phone and sent the first message to the group.
Me: G’day mates! I’m here to invite you all to Australia. We’re getting married.
I waited to see which set of bubbles started first. It was Lennox.
Lennox: That’s fucking great, man. Congratulations.
Evan: There ya go, St. James. Well played.
Me: Yeah, we’re pretty happy.
Mason: Married? Like really married?
Me: Is there another way I don’t know about?
Lennox: Ignore him.
Drew: That’s great! I never thought you’d get married St. James.
Evan: When’s the wedding?
Colin: Tenth of March
Evan: Why the long wait?
Me: It’s the law. No Vegas Style quickies down under.
Lennox: Guess we better make some reservations.
Me: Don’t. I’ll charter a plane. It’ll be more comfortable for all of you.
Drew: Money bags is in the house!
Colin: Well, we have two NFL salaries. We can afford to do it for our friends.
Lennox: That’s really great guys.
Me: You guys are going to need a few days to adjust to the time change. How does March 3rd work?
Evan: I’ll ask Hudson. The kids are still in school.
Shit. Forgot about that.
Me: Kids are more than welcome to come.
Lennox: Dane has gone to get Daniel. I’ll let you know.
Mason: I’m free. How long are we staying?
Colin: My advice is two weeks. If you want to see some of the country.
Drew: I want to see the kangaroos.
