All posts tagged: Wedding

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The Great Rose Petal Debacle

On our first date, there was, amongst other things, mention of a wedding. It was for an old friend of his from high school and would be held on the day after Christmas in New York. Since there are few greater joys in life than having an excuse to buy a new hat, I started dropping hints. And then there we are a few weeks later, strolling together in Ten Thousand Villages on Walnut Street to pick out a gift and I have a gorgeous new blush colored cloche from Macy’s waiting for me in my closet. It is 6:00pm on the day after Christmas now; the ceremony is over, the “L” word has been spoken for the first between us, we’ve adopted official terms and he’s introducing me to his old classmates as his “girlfriend.” There is music playing, wine being poured and roses everywhere you look: in the centerpieces, in the bouquets and scattered— in petal form— across the escort card table in the lobby. It is then that I have what I …

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The Engagements: A Case of Invented Traditions

Sometimes I surprise myself. For example: l heard an interesting author interview on NPR (J. Courtney Sullivan), actually remembered the name of the book (The Engagements) long enough to write it down when I get home and then proceeded to zip off a quick email to the author’s publicist requesting a review copy because oh yeah… I write a blog. I can do that. It’s the simple things in life… Anyway, the subject of today’s post is, as usual, dating. And relationships. And breakups and true love and everything in between but for a little variety, we’re going to throw diamonds into the mix. I don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about diamonds. I mean no more than your average, unmarried 28-year old woman, but seeing as how diamonds are a girl’s best friend and all, it is quite possible that I’ve glanced at a few websites… ogled a few window displays… debated the merits of pear cut (gross) vs. emerald (yes!)… tried on my grandmother’s ring when no one was home… (As …

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TWD’s Wedding

In my head, TWD is well on his way to happily-ever-after with someone new. I actually have two prospects in mind, and if he knew who I was thinking about, he’d tell me I was crazy and deny ever liking either of them “in that way” but I know better. Women always know better when it comes to such things. Not that I ever doubted his loyalty when we were together, but these women in particular never really cared for me, and I can’t say as that I blamed them. They always had his best interests at heart, and I, oftentimes, did not. But like I was saying: in my head, he is going to be very happy with one of them. There will be a fair amount of drama, and some uncomfortable logistics to work out (especially seeing as one of my prospects is already married), but in the end, everything will resolve itself and he will have a lovely wife who likes the things he likes and wants to do the things he …

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 cease to amaze me—especially because this whole Single Bridezilla thing isn’t nearly the big deal that everyone is making it out to be. I’ve got to hand it to the Brits—being the descendents of Shakespeare and all, their insults far outweigh those of their American cousins.  I particularly enjoyed “Good God, where did this chin sniffer get that nose !!! Looks like she’s done a 100 yard dash in a 90 yard gym.”  I had to read that one several times before I got it, so I thank you for that dose of amusement Grant from Wilts. I also liked “who NOSE when they will marry!! God NOSE!!”  Very clever (and given the provenance of this particular comment, I’m to …

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 that at my parents’ New Year Eve party earlier this month one of their friends cornered him behind the martini bar and proceeded to demand, in Spanish, “Are you in love with her?  Is she the one?  Do you think you are going to marry her?” (I know this only because The Wedding Date relayed the entire conversation to me in English a few minutes later.) (And yes, he also translated his response but that’s going to require an entire blog post of its own.) Did I tell you what he got me for Christmas? That it was the sweetest thing anyone has gotten me for Christmas in ages? Did I mention that I’ve started watching Star Wars?  (And that …

Wedding Reading 101: Give Them a Reason to Use Their Tissues

I have issues with wedding readings.  The last time I was asked to read at a wedding, it was for a friend from high school from whom I’d grown apart during college (with no shortage of tears and hurt feelings on my part, I should add).  I understood why she hadn’t asked me to be one of her bridesmaids but it wasn’t easy to watch our mutual friends walk down the aisle and realize that I was no longer part of that club. Nonetheless, I smiled as I took my place in front of the guests (which wasn’t easy, seeing as I was also single and dateless on this particular occasion) and proceeded to read the hell out of First Corinthians. When I finished, the bride caught my eye and whispered, “I love you.” I bawled all the way back to my seat.  Fortunately, that was the same summer that I’d discovered the wonders of water-proof mascara so when the bride told the photographer, “One more—we need one with Kat” I like to think I …

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 Joe’s dark chocolate peanut butter cups (which I wasn’t intending to share with anyone) and even the remote control for the television in our room. And yet somehow, by the grace of God, we’re still on speaking terms by the time we return to Philadelphia. Better than speaking terms, actually. But I’ll get to that later. I have to say, even though I booked the tickets weeks ago, and the hotel, and the rental car, it still came as a shock to me when I get the confirmation from the airline last week.  There was my name, and there was his: we were flying to Boston together. Holy sh*t! Granted, it was only Boston—not Dubai or some place exotic—and I …

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 would be led into a dining room—you know, those funny things with four walls, ceilings, and doors to separate the guests from the elements?  Well, we are not led into a dining room. Oh no. We are led into a dining tent.  We pass not through a door but a flap, and said flap is almost connected to the eighteenth century farmhouse that houses the dance floor, but not quite.  Do you know what happens when tents aren’t properly sealed?  Do you? Well, in case you’ve never been camping (or to a wedding at Tyler Arboretum in late-October), I’ll tell you: you get wet.  It doesn’t even have to be raining.  You can curl up in your sleeping bag snug …