Wise woman
Hubby and I are preparing for a wonderful journey to the Land of Cheese and Beer. In about a week and a half, we will be touring the fine state of Wisconsin. While some people head to the beach for a summer vacay, we prefer to hightail it to the nation's headquarters for dairy products and alcoholic beverages.
In actuality, we will be visiting several family and friends over our 10 day trip. One such pitstop will include hosting my best friend's bridal shower just outside of Milwaukee. I know she reads this blog, so I won't be revealing any cheesy bridal shower plans like the game I have planned to have everyone dress her in a "gown" of toilet paper. (Just kidding, sweetie!)
I have to admit, it's quite a bit more fun to have a friend plan a wedding than to actually plan it yourself. While I didn't mind the whole process of preparing for our "special day," I've enjoyed offering my opinion when Nikki asks without having to worry about all the particulars like actually paying for it. It's kind of like being able to relive your own prom when it's your job to teach your little sister how to pin on her date's boutoniere. You don't actually have to worry about sticking the poor guy in the chest, but you feel qualified to offer your wisdom having lived through it before.
One problem with living through it before, is how you are labeled as a participant in the wedding party. At 26 years of age, I have graduated to the status of matron. I know I am overreacting, but that makes me feel like I should get my dress hemmed to hide my orthopedic shoes. Or at least add a bouquet holder to the stroller I will surely be pushing down the aisle.
I lobbied for the title of Best Lady, but I agree with Nikki that it makes me sound like I should be hanging out with the groomsmen on her hubby-to-be Jon's side. (Side note: Why is it that the Best Man's title doesn't change when HE's married? How unfair!)
Anyway, I've made my peace with the Matron of Honor title. Hey, at least I'm being honored, and it makes me sound wise. Maybe I could just be known at the Wise Woman.
In actuality, we will be visiting several family and friends over our 10 day trip. One such pitstop will include hosting my best friend's bridal shower just outside of Milwaukee. I know she reads this blog, so I won't be revealing any cheesy bridal shower plans like the game I have planned to have everyone dress her in a "gown" of toilet paper. (Just kidding, sweetie!)
I have to admit, it's quite a bit more fun to have a friend plan a wedding than to actually plan it yourself. While I didn't mind the whole process of preparing for our "special day," I've enjoyed offering my opinion when Nikki asks without having to worry about all the particulars like actually paying for it. It's kind of like being able to relive your own prom when it's your job to teach your little sister how to pin on her date's boutoniere. You don't actually have to worry about sticking the poor guy in the chest, but you feel qualified to offer your wisdom having lived through it before.
One problem with living through it before, is how you are labeled as a participant in the wedding party. At 26 years of age, I have graduated to the status of matron. I know I am overreacting, but that makes me feel like I should get my dress hemmed to hide my orthopedic shoes. Or at least add a bouquet holder to the stroller I will surely be pushing down the aisle.
I lobbied for the title of Best Lady, but I agree with Nikki that it makes me sound like I should be hanging out with the groomsmen on her hubby-to-be Jon's side. (Side note: Why is it that the Best Man's title doesn't change when HE's married? How unfair!)
Anyway, I've made my peace with the Matron of Honor title. Hey, at least I'm being honored, and it makes me sound wise. Maybe I could just be known at the Wise Woman.
posted by Kristen at 2:47 PM
2 Comments:
you never taught me how to pin on the boutoniere!
I remember recommending how you should do it -- maybe you just weren't paying attention! :-p
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