Friday with The Wedding Date
I’d forgotten what a pain in the butt it can be to prepare for a picnic when you live in the city and don’t own a…
The View from the Top
It has been brought to my attention that I missed yesterday’s post. Whoops! Here’s a quick hint as to what I’ve been up to: More on…
Ain’t No Teddy Bears on This Picnic
Sushi it is. And bread. And cheese (three varieties to be exact. I got to Whole Foods and just couldn’t control myself). And prosciutto (he is…
Man Cannot Live by Bread Alone… or can he?
Tomorrow’s date will comprise the third picnic of my Great Date Experiment. Despite my evident experience with all things al fresco, I’m in a bit of…
Hiking, The Wedding Date and My Mother, the Fortune Teller
The good news is I’m still alive. The bad news is I still can’t drive stick. It’s a long story (involving a rather fortuitous snafu with…
T-Minus 4 Days… If I Live to Tell
Today is Monday, which means I’ll be seeing the Wedding Date in just four days if I don’t kill myself this afternoon. It’s not that I’m…
The Grass. Its Greener. On the Other Side.
When I’m not busy worrying about my career, my love life and my abject inability to put my laundry away in a timely fashion, I like…
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…
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 (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…
Of High Heels and Mudslides (and no, I’m not talking about the drink)
There’s been a lot of concern over my well being during the wedding—not from my own date, mind you (he is, after all, the one who…
(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,…
Kat Echevarría Richter 