There’s a weird thing that starts happening when you get into your mid-20s. It’s mysterious, really.
People start spending money on shiny jewelry and frilly dresses. Talking about escort cards and bouquets. People who never uttered the word “A-line” or “empire waist” in their lives are forced to make decisions on the dresses of a handful of women. They discuss open bars and cake tastings. They talk about happily ever after and til death do us part.
They get married. And when you get that phone call saying, “Hey, so uh, I was wondering, will you be my bridesmaid?” (yes, this is almost verbatim how Claire asked me) things get really freaking real, man.
Your phone conversations that used to be about music and tv and…nothing are suddenly about which of the groomsmen are single (in case you can’t find that +1 in time), when bride and groom are going registry shopping, why you’re not allowed to go cake tasting (isn’t that a bridesmaid duty?!), what shoes you’re going to wear with the dress that still hasn’t been picked out, whether she’s going to change her name, where they’re going to live, when they’re going to get on the same cell phone plan, how often he talks to her dad (answer: more than she does), and whether or not you’re going to embarrass her at the wedding reception (did I mention the open bar?).
Things get real. And you tear up thinking back on how you met. And how your friendship has progressed. And how honored you are to be taking part in this, the most important day of her life. And how happy she is. And how perfect they are together. And how happy you are for her. And how you hope you’ll find someone to fit you the way he fits her.
And you realize you still have six and a half months before this wedding is going to happen, and you’re already an emotional mess over it because you love them so much. And you know that you’re going to cry that day, and that you’re going to resort to silly things like emotional proclamations (that may or may not be influenced by alcohol) and that you’re going to want to just dance it out. And because of these realizations, you’re forced to say things like this:
Step one in Operation: Be An Awesome Bridesmaid – try to come through on that promise. No one wants to be “that girl” when the photographer’s photos are posted…well, at least not more than once…been there, done that.