(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,…
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…
Must Do Lifts
I’m late. After a weekend in upstate New York, a sixteen-hour work day and the launch of the Philly Tap Jam, I came home to discover…
Lady’s Choice: The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing But the Truth
Approximately 90 minutes into dinner this past Friday, The Wedding Date That Wasn’t Mine smiles and tells me there’s something he’s been meaning to ask me.…
Would You Rather: Jordan Almonds or an Online Dating Subscription?
Today I’m going to a wedding. Not my own, obviously, but that of my former babysitter/art teacher/next door neighbor. I have mixed feelings about this wedding,…
