Jun 20, 2008 23:57
Tomorrow is the last wedding I will be in for the rest of the year. Sheree (not to be confused with Fobby Cherie) is getting married!
I'm happy. I won't miss the responsibility or the low cashflow...but part of me thinks I will miss it after it's gone. Kind of like...you don't appreciate how much your friends appreciate you until it's over. That kind of thing.
I hate quoting Sex and the City, because I don't want to be unoriginal...but your friends ARE the family that you choose for yourself...and I believe I've chosen pretty well. And I have also been lucky to have been chosen to be a bridesmaid not just once, but three times this year, all by girlfriends I hold dear (except maybe during the process. Then I want to kill them).
Despite my complaints about the dresses, makeup, hair, etc., I think that I subconsciously like doing all this...especially for people who deemed me important enough to be part of such a big day.
All seriousness aside...tonight at Sheree's rehearsal, the church lady coordinator, after forcing me to be modest in my dress in 95-degree heat by asking that I wear my pashmina shawl...well, more MODESTLY. At this church, apparently, "modest" is taken to a whole other level -- anything above the elbows, aside from my face and hair, cannot be showing. This mean no bare shoulders or cleavage -- two things I'm used to showing (albeit, one thing is a little more inadvertent than the other -- they're just THERE, okay?). I can also only wear dresses that go down to my knees, and no bare midriffs. Heh.
The church lady showed me down the aisle at the Extremely Catholic Church when I was modesty-approved, explaining me how I will be walking into the church.
Incidentally...possibly for comic-relief or something, Sheree is making me the first bridesmaid to walk into the church. That means everyone will see me first. I know they're not looking at me, but come on. I shouldn't be the first thing people see at a wedding.
The question I asked the church lady, as she showed me down the aisle was, "Um. Is this how fast I'm gonna have to walk tomorrow morning?"...because literally, she was shooing me down the aisle like a madwoman, at a very brisk pace. I felt like she was chasing me. And it was fast enough, to the point where my heels were squeaking along the tile floor...and I felt like I should've worn my running shoes instead.
She chuckled and said, "Oh, no, no...not tomorrow. You can walk normally tomorrow."
Well, you could've fooled me, lady.
Also, high mass for a wedding ceremony in an non-air conditioned church? Today I could feel my butt sweating in the pew, and it was already 6:00pm. I wonder how well I'm gonna do tomorrow, shawl wrapped around me in the most modest way possible, sitting there at 3:30pm. Haha.
march of the weddings!,
always the bridesmaid never the bride,
friends,
weekends,
social encounters