Monday, January 23, 2006

Here Comes the Maid of Honor. Oh yeah, the Bride is there too.

This is a photo of me and Smartypants that was taken at my birthday party last year. Now she is getting married, and I am married to my oven.


Sheena said...

As you may remember, I have also been the Most Honorable Maid.

It is scary, and there is lots to remember to do, and if you fail, the other, more experienced bridesmaids may think you less of a woman. Don't forget to shake out the train! Always fluff the train! The bride can't do it herself! Oh God! I'm a failure!

Also, drinking with the groomsmen in the limo on the way to the reception is fun, and allows you to forget about the Not-a-real-woman-because-you-forgot-about-the-trai train-fluffing-procedure-thing.

Just me? Ok.

Yeah, you'll probably be way better at it than I was, considering that I ran away from the bouquet when it was thrown.

Cupcake said...

Ooh, I forgotted that you are also one of the few, the proud, the Maids of Honor. I may need to ask you some questions as this thing plays out. Sadly, there are no other bridesmaids (for me to lead in an uprising) or groomsmen (for me to get loaded with); also the Best Man is married, so there is no chance I will get lucky with him.

I too am sometimes overwhelmed by the duties, although even I know you have to fluff the train. There will be some added pressure because they will be having a Catholic ceremony, and the Bride is not Catholic. So she said she would be taking cues from me. I must remember not to pick my nose lest she think it is an addendum to the Sign of the Cross.

I was at Party City this weekend (a lot less fun than it sounds) buying stuff for my party and there was all sorts of Bachelorette crap. I tried to imagine me and Smarty sitting at a bar and walking up to a guy to say, "Excuse me, sir, my friend and I have determined that you have the hottest buns in the place. Please wear this sticker of a hamburger with pride. It works on many levels because of the hamburger 'buns' and the implication that you are a piece of meat. It's okay, you see; she's getting married tomorrow. Now dance for our enjoyment."

Joshua said...

That's actually pretty funny. I gotta get me some of those stickers.

Sheena said...

Yeah, the bachelorette party is one of the things we didn't do. Shower, yes. Drinking and dancing men, no (because the groom wasn't allowed the dancing girls). However, you could get one of those party buses they wrote about in the Times. Sounded like a blast.

I fluffed the train a few times, but forgot as we were recessing to the back of the church. Because I kind of suck at things. Except cooking. And MLA citation.

Cupcake said...

I'm trying to remember other categories the stickers had. I know there was "Mr. Congeniality" and "Best Shoulders". The heading was "Tonight, The Women Judge the Men". I also saw a Bachelorette Party Confidentiality Agreement wherein all the bridesmaids vow never to reveal what went down at the Bachelorette Party. And on and on.

Funny you mention the MLA, because what we'll probably end up doing for the Bachelorette party is rent an American Pie movie, eat cake with our hands and read aloud our favorite passages from the MLA.