The Rest of the Story with Date #7

It’s been exactly one week since Date #7 walked me to my car, wrapped his arms around me and told me—for the umpteenth time—that I was making a terrible mistake.  As such, I suppose it’s about time for me to finally stop dragging my mud-caked heals over the chronicling of his brother’s wedding and get…

Finally: Our First Dance

The good thing about finding yourself at a wedding reception with muddy feet, wet clothes and a date who doesn’t particularly care for your well being is that things can’t possibly get any worse. But then Date #7 leads me to the bar and someone drops a glass.  Being that we’re in a freakin’ tent…

A Case of the Dropsies (Part 1)

It’s 7:00pm, Saturday night.  I’ve survived the rehearsal dinner, the ceremony, the cocktail hour and the requisite introductions to Date #7’s relatives, including the uncle who mistook me for his nephew’s previous Plus One.  It’s time for the reception.  Finally. Now in an ordinary late-October wedding, this would be the point at which the guests…

Mistaken Identity at the Cocktail Hour

A word of advice to all the men out there: if you’re going to date one woman while you’re quasi-dating another, and you choose to invite the latter to a family function after you’ve already brought the former to an earlier event, you should issue some sort of memo to all of your relatives. Said…

The (art of avoiding the) Heart of the Matter

So there I am, inadvertently abandoned by my “wedding BFF,” left to fend for myself amongst Date #7’s cousins and wondering, as every woman must wonder at some point in her life, “Should I scrape the mud from between my toes now or later?” This is because Tyler Arboretum, the native woodland that Date #7’s…

(Thank Goodness for) The Rehearsal Dinner

Rest assured: I will not be tying the knot at Tyler Arboretum.  But before we get to Date #7’s brother’s wedding and my near death-by-exposure, shrapnel, mudslide and drowning on Saturday night, let’s start with the rehearsal dinner, shall we? I arrive exactly ten minutes early.  I don’t know if it’s the chill in the…

Men…

So you know how I’m supposed to go to that wedding today? That formal wedding? The wedding for which I’ve been trying on gowns all week? And shoes? And different hair accessories? For which I even bought new eye shadow? (Before you kill me for going out of my way for Date#7 this weekend, the…