Thursday, August 11, 2005


You may recall from previous posts that my best girl, Kate, is engaged. She and her betrothed, Bart, are getting married next June and I am sharing maid o' honor duties with Kate's little sister. Go me! It's not my first time as a bridesmaid, and probably won't be my last. It's not because I am some sort of beloved friend that I am chosen, I think rather, that I have gained a reputation as a bridesmaid fascist.

I like planning parties and what not. At the same time, dealing with whiners and other unhappy family and friends isn't my cup of tea. Isn't this supposed to be the bride and groom's day? Yet it frequently turns into what everyone else wants. Well, my general feelings are that if Kate and Bart are paying for it, then it should be just as they like it, and I have no problem being a little bitch about it.

The thing is, for years, Kate has been threatening to be a Bridezilla. The funny part is, she got engaged, they booked the church and the reception site, and she subsequently stopped caring about any and all wedding-related plans. In fact, the only thing on which she has laid down the law is that the bridesmaids can't wear black (phooey). Enter Bridesmaidzilla. While I was fussing over what we should do for a bachelorette party and bridal shower (the purview of the bridesmaids), I came to the realization that Kate has made absolutely no other plans for this wedding. Granted, there's plenty of time, but it's always best to get these things out of the way, in my opinion.

As such, I have been making lists on the remaining issues, taking down names and numbers. My fascistic planner side is not something I find terribly appealing or enjoyable, and yet it's almost compulsive. On the flip side, I feel like if I were in Kate's shoes, I'd probably be taking the laissez faire approach as well. Actually, if I were in Kate's shoes, I'd probably elope. This wedding shit is a real boondoggle. At least, that's how I feel about myself. But when it comes to other people, it's nice to be included in one of the more important days of their life.


  1. I love that you're more motivated to plan my wedding than I am. If you didn't love me so much, Bart & I would be getting married in flannel PJs and taking everyone to Au Bon Pain for the reception.

    I'd offer to do the same for you, but that's pretty easy. All I'll have to do is remind you to book your room at the Bellagio.

  2. Amen to that, sister. I could get married and be back at the poker table in an hour.

  3. Reception at Au Bon Pain? As long as there is clam chowder in breadbowls, it sounds good to me!