Here comes the groom

My brother is getting married, my brother is getting married. (If you read this out loud, please not I'm not screaming like a girl here but I'm doing more of a repetitive Rain Man and feel free to keep saying it if you want to know what's dancing through my head.)
Everytime someone I know announces they're getting married I freak out just a little bit. Not in an 'oh my god, will it ever be me' sort of way, but in a 'wow, when did the people I know start to become grown ups?'way.
Last night, as I was just about to crawl into bed I get a phone call from my brother Darcy. He and his girlfriend, Melissa, got engaged over Canada Day weekend. I am genuinely excited but still kind of in shock. She's great and I told my brother years ago, when they were on an off section of their relationship, that Mel was always my favourite. She has run the gauntlet of several Riva family functions and come out unscathed, she enjoys a glass of wine and seems to have some wierd quirks like my brother, so she'll fit in just fine.
Darcy has now taken away one of the few things we have in common, being single. For years we both had no relationships to speak of so neither of us got harassed to much, it was a nice power in numbers thing. Now that that's gone I guess we still have music.
I'm hoping the shock of it all goes away soon, it's wierd to walk around with the words, my brother is getting married, in your head. Now I'm just hoping my mom's prediction doesn't come through.. I don't want to be a bridesmaid.