One of my best friends is getting married next year, and I have been honored with the duty of Maid of Honor. (Shout out: Today is her birthday!!!) To be honest, I probably suck at this job, but she’s been sweet enough to not say that out loud. At least the few times I’ve actually managed to do my job were big success: finding the perfect wedding dress and booking an awesome photographer.
On one of these occasions, I suggested that we go to The Wedding Expo that was coming to Big City. Even though she had her dress and her venue and everything that goes with the two, we decided it would be fun, so we bought tickets and headed over.
So after a large sugar ingestion, things seemed to be a bit more under control. Except that I soon felt like I needed to start looking for my wedding photographer and booking a venue and signing up for dance lessons. Everyone was pressuring me to make sure I had all these things lined up in time.
Just to recap: I AM NOT EVEN GETTING MARRIED.
I don’t know how women handle it. My friend, luckily, was calm and cool and collected since she had most of this stuff under control. I can’t imagine if attending one of these events if I were just starting to wedding plan. I’m not sure I would have come out alive. And I know for a fact that my checkbook definitely wouldn’t.