The Art of Going to Weddings With Friends

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I spent the last two Saturdays celebrating love. I did so with some of my best friends from different circles and walks of life. Both weddings would have been less fun for me if I had gone with a new romantic partner. There was, first of all, no pressure. There was no pressure in having friends judge either one of us. There was no pressure of expectations. No pressure to hang around and make sure my date wasn’t totally appalled by the craziness of my friends.

No, instead, there were semi-choreographed dances. Lots of semi-choreographed dances. There were great conversations. There were moments to reconnect.

And that, folks, is how you do wedding season #bestsummerever style.

That’s all for tonight.

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Dec. 9th

Prompt: Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans.

I went to a ton of weddings this year. I can tell you that T’s wedding, all-around, was full of shenanigans (mini bottles!) and good food (pulled pork sandwiches). It had great people, as well. Vballer’s wedding in August had an amazing dance party, as well– I even reused Fiction & Sanity’s bridesmaid dress and rocked it with my… diva heels. And the wedding I attended with Super Ninja was by far the best time I’ve had as a “plus one” to a wedding. There was free wine, swing dancing, delicious cod, and lots of fun– when I remember “us,” I want to remember that.

So yeah, the weddings– all six of them– were amazing. I know I only highlighted three, but trust me, they were all great.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pretty up so I can go celebrate the end of my first term of grad school

ACK!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!

I’m a bit swamped this week. I’m trying to get all my reading and assignments done for next week really quickly. I’ll be in Seattle for a wedding all weekend, and I’d really like to not spend my time on homework when I could be getting some quality “me” and friend time.

Expect sporadic entries all week.

Also, I’m thinking of doing a two-week graduate study abroad course in Rome during this coming July. Details to come.

We All Married the Wrong Person (via Marriage Gems)

An interesting read for all, whether married or still on the search for “the one.” Again, it gives some good perspectives and echoes some feelings I have about relationships in this day and age. (One of those sentiments being that communication and determination play a huge part in making relationships not only work, but last.)

We All Married the Wrong Person Couples in crisis often reach the point where they decide they are just two poorly matched people. This precedes the decision to leave the relationship and go in search of that “right person.” Unfortunately, the odds of a successful marriage go down for each attempt at a new marriage. Psychiatrist and author of The Secrets of Happily Married Men and The Secrets of Happily Married Women and The Secrets of Happy Families, Scott Haltzman, MD, says i … Read More

via Marriage Gems

California, Here I Come.

If you’re seeing this post, it means I did not have time to compose a longer entry for Wednesday. However, by this time, I should be basking in the SoCal sun (actually, the forecast says it’s only going to be warm, not hot).

On Thursday, July 22nd, one of my best friends will become Mrs. Hofeldt for real. I am very excited for the event (and my new outfit I picked out).

If I remember correctly, Mrs. Hofeldt uses this line in her Facebook profile: “Happiness is what happens when all your dreams come true.” – Wicked

And her relationship with her husband-to-be is nothing short of a dream come true.

Congratulations!

Wedding Blitz 2010

I make this look good.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride...

Thank goodness there’s no way I’m getting married this summer… unless I somehow find myself confused, amorous, and in Las Vegas. There is so much going on between all my friends’ weddings that I am teetering on the edge of mixing up which event belongs to which wedding.

As it stands, I’m dateless for all of the weddings. It wasn’t an issue at T’s wedding, since I was part of the bridal party. At Mrs. Hofeldt’s wedding, TUBFE is attending sans-male counterparts, so that’s also not a problem. I still have an open “plus one” for the last wedding, which I would have offered to the Super Ninja, but he already has duties as a bridal attendant for a different wedding. (On that note, there are so many weddings happening that weekend. It’s like an international holiday, I swear.) I suppose here is where I should say, “Guy friends, vie for my attention and tell me why you would make an excellent date to a formal wedding.”

Speaking of guys, I’m always amused by the customary social separation of “the men” and “the ladies” during wedding festivities. I understand the basis and tradition behind it. But as a young lady, it would be a big, fat lie to say I have never thought about how I would deal with my own festivities because of my posse of male friends.

It turns out, though, it’s not really an issue. With the advent of co-ed bridal parties, “couple’s showers,” and other related goodness, the traditional gender barrier won’t be a hurdle for me. My ladies are all aware that they may very well have to fight some male friends for the Maid of Honor/Man of Honor position someday in the far-off future.

More importantly, the fellas are still going to have to fight over who the Real Best Man will be, a.k.a. The Groom. First thing’s first, right?

For now, I’ll focus on packing for my California adventure in which Mrs. Hofeldt will actually attain the status necessary to change her last name.

Let Me Tell You About My Weekend

Well, she did it. T really got herself married on Saturday.

What at a celebration, too. The festivities started pretty much the minute I rolled into town. After I grabbed dinner at my parents’ house on Thursday night, I went over to F&S’s house to play with The Winner of Games, F&S, her husband, and T. We had a good time, looking through F&S’s wedding photos, reading a book about cats (yeah, whattup), and even getting in a late-night shopping trip to Safeway. We stayed up way too late, which meant that waking up for mani-pedi day was a chore.

Mani-pedi/rehearsal day was wonderfully entertaining. I wish I could have video’d the entire day, just so you all could really understand the people in my awesome life. There were moments like T getting momentarily irritated that one of the other bridesmaids hadn’t shown up at the house yet, where we were meeting– only for F&S and I to say, “Actually, everyone’s here; we’ve just all been waiting outside,” causing T to recant and admit that she was a terrible host.

Or like the entire bridal party realizing that the nail salon probably hated us because out of the eight of us, only one of the girls regularly gets manicures and the rest of us don’t know how to act in nail salons.

Or having to split up the party on the way to rehearsal because we were missing one bridesmaid– we sent T off with her parents (or maybe the groom’s parents) and waited for the Winner of Games. We had to then fall back on a contingency plan, telling TWoG to meet us at the venue, and then driving T’s car on our own up to the mountain. T called us right after we left and we told her the change in plans; T then commanded us to meet her at 7-11, where she had been dropped off.

Seriously.

We pulled up to the Wenatchee 7-11 (not the 7-11 close to T’s parents’ house, as we originally thought) to spot T standing on the sidewalk, drinking a Slurpee.

Without missing a beat, Little Foot (T’s PMBFF from college) pulled into the parking lot, scared a Ford truck half to death, and parked. We all then yelled at T to get in the car. And then we shared her Slurpee on the way up to the venue.

Fun fact: Three of us have blogs.

Heading to rehearsal

The actual wedding day was also full of (mis)adventures, including salon appointment time mix-ups, my “hangriness” almost destroying us as we waited, and the eventual solution to wander down to the liquor store only to have to camp out for about 15 minutes until opening time.

Mini-bottles of liquor definitely come in handy to counter those pre-wedding jitters, by the way. Last-minute idea for a bridal party photo not working? Instead of standing around, getting huffy with each other, why not suggest everyone retreat into the “stuff tent” to take one last shot? That’s what I did; it worked out beautifully.

Overall, the day was a bundle of emotion for me. Hangriness, sadness upon realizing I will most likely never have a father-daughter dance at my wedding, excitement, irritation, etc. etc. (and I was just a bridesmaid, oh for cryin’ out loud)… But overwhelmingly, the day was fun and filled with laughter.

As I said many times that day, in light of all the quirks and silly moments that came up, “This is exactly how I have always imagined T’s wedding day to be– and I love it!” And in the end, our little T was gorgeous, happy, and married to the love of her life.

(And there was cake. I love cake.)

I am happy for my friends that are taking marriage as the next step in their lives; for me, my next step is grad school, which will hopefully entail a lot of personal growth, blogging, and travel. I can’t wait to dive into student affairs. I’m figuring things out, slowly but surely.

I was told we were having a pool party.