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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…

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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…

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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…

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…