The Single Bridezilla “Debate” Rages On

Whoddathunkit?  The Single Bridezilla “debate” rages on over at the Daily Mail (142 comments and counting!) and even though I know I shouldn’t even bother reading anymore, I can’t help myself.  The things people will say when they have nothing better to do with their time (and the internet to assure their anonymity) shall never…

Blogging and Boyfriends Do Not Mix

Blogging, I’ve decided, is a single girl’s game.  Now that I’m not-exactly-single, these daily posts are starting to feel like a chore, and stuff keeps happening before I get a chance to write about it happening. Did you know, for example, that The Wedding Date and I went out for sushi on Friday night?  Or…

To Boston and Back (Hint: We lived to tell!)

“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on Saturday afternoon. And he’s right. We’ve flown to Boston and back in just over 24 hours.  We’ve shared a hotel room, a suitcase, a bathroom, a bag of Trader…

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…