So I’m 28, and have been to dozens of weddings since college. I’m embarassed to say, that I’ve never been asked to be a bridesmaid. Never. I like to think that I’ve just barely made the cut, it’s all that has kept me from falling into a deep depression, caused by my 2nd tier friend status.
So when one of my best friends from my sorority in college, we’ll call her “Pam” (because that’s actually her name), told me she was engaged, my immediate thought (coupled with sheer joy for her) was ”Is this the ONE? The wedding where I get to be a BRIDESMAID for the first time?!”
Well, weeks went by, a date was set, a venue chosen, Pam had even talked to caterers, yet no mention of asking me to be a bridesmaid. I stalked her wedding page daily to see if she had updated it with her bridal party, it was blank. But I knew deep down she had already chosen, and it wasn’t me. So after a month of agonizing, I finally emerged from denial and realized I wasn’t going to be asked to be a bridesmaid, I decided drastic measures would be taken. I refused to accept 2nd tier friend status at another wedding. Especially not this one. Not Pam’s wedding.
My plan of attack would be to have her send me pictures of her bridesmaid dresses, and I’d just surprise her. I’d buy the dress, and just start hanging out with the real bridesmaids. I’d be an honorary bridesmaid. On the big day, I’d do my hair up nice and show up for the bridal party pictures. And no, this isn’t scary at all. I’m not crazy. I’m just determined.
Anyways, just a week after accepting the fact that I was going to have to take drastic measures, I received a card from Pam, asking to be a bridesmaid. I screamed when I opened the envelope, it was like I was being proposed to. I called her immediately and said “I DO!” Thank goodness! I could keep my crazy bottled up a little longer. At least until Lindsey’s wedding (another best friend from college).
Pam & Tim, while I plan on catching the dancefloor on fire with my HOT moves, I promise not to do this at your wedding. Look familiar?
Me recovering from a fall during a "dance party" in Pam & Tim's kitchen.
And Pam, I give myself this card. Because after admitting how psychotic I am, the least I can do is be a good bridesmaid. I won’t blow it.
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