T minus three hours (almost exactly) until wedding chaos starts yet again. To set the stage here, I've been a bridesmaid twice in the past two months and inevitably, no matter how prepared the bride thinks she is, she never really...well...is. Things will get crazy. I just know it. So I'm mentally preparing myself now. And by that, I mean I'm getting my happy place all lined up (Something involving a bottle of red and my favorite comfy sweater. And a post-season berth for the Mariners...but that's another post altogether).
So as I prepare to attend my third rehearsal, which will lead into my third rehearsal dinner and, tomorrow, my third bridesmaid stint, which will lead into my fourth "Why did I have that last glass of wine?" reception (tricky...), I'm thinking about the pros and cons of being a single girl at a wedding. Of course, the biggest con that comes to mind is that horrible bouquet-toss tradition. It's like someone thought, "Hey, wouldn't it be great if we rounded up all of the single girls and made them gather in the middle of the dance floor like a heard of cattle for all to see? And look how they all scramble to catch that bouquet...they must all be really desperate to get married." Yeah... My strategy is to stand in the back and pretend like I'm looking the other way.
But seriously, I'm not all cynic. The thing I do love about weddings is the chance to meet new people. It's funny, I've been single for years and years and my friends have never once tried to hook me up with anyone. But in the past two months, I've been sneakily paired with the one single groomsmen in the bridal party twice now. Subtle? I think not. But actually, it's fun and exciting...much like a blind date. OK, I take that back. Blind dates suck. But this is like a blind date that I bring all my friends to, so if the guy totally sucks, I can ditch him and hang out with them. Hmm...wouldn't that be great?
I digress.
So anyway, tonight begins night one of what will pretty much turn into a two-night, blind-date-plus-all-my-friends with Mr. Groomsman. I'm kinda pumped. Maybe it will be a pleasant surprise...kinda like the skinny jeans. (Last time. I promise.)
Wish me luck!
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