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…
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…
Men…
So you know how I’m supposed to go to that wedding today? That formal wedding? The wedding for which I’ve been trying on gowns all week?…
A Potential Faux Pas of Epic Proportions
Did I mention that tomorrow’s wedding is black tie? Well, it is. At least Date #7 thinks it is. I’m planning to bring a change of…
