My Future Mother in Law
It’s weird, the things that go along with getting married that you don’t really think about until they’re right there in front of you. You get…
Homo Bridezilla: Some Thoughts on the Origin of a Species
Last Wednesday, I asked all of you to share your thoughts on the modern American wedding and why so many of us lose our minds the…
Coffee Filters vs. Tissue Paper, or Weddings: Why all the Fuss?
I am, if you’re to believe the Single Bridezilla piece in the February 2012 issue of Marie Claire, essentially a wedding-obsessed powder-keg just waiting to explode.…
A Year Later Love Letter
The reception hall wasn’t exactly over flowing with eligible bachelors. I was there by myself, dateless despite a year of serial dating, and even though I…
And Suddenly a Beach Pass is a Big Deal
The Wedding Date wants to know if I’m a beach person—not because he’s planning some sort of mid-winter, Caribbean getaway (at least not as far as…
We’re Rolling! And I’m Twirling Around in my $12 Wedding Dress…
Its 12:05 and the Good Morning America folks still haven’t arrived. My poor mother has practically glued herself to the kitchen window (she’s keeping watch for…
Wedding Reading 101: Give Them a Reason to Use Their Tissues
I have issues with wedding readings. The last time I was asked to read at a wedding, it was for a friend from high school from…
How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date
Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…
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…
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…
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?…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 