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,…
