Always A Bridesmaid…

Well. It’s happened. Again.

I am a bridesmaid, possible the maid of honor.

I swore up and down that there was no way I was going to be in PW’s wedding, especially since I live on a separate continent and there’s no way I can pop over there for dress-fittings, shower plannings, etc.

I was heavily involved in her first wedding. I helped pick out the decorations. I helped decorate. I went dress shopping with her. I helped plan. Blah blah blah.

And honestly, as much as I wanted to be happy for her, even as Maid of Honor, I really didn’t think they should get married. I thought he was too young to get married. I thought he was a big kid. I was fairly sure that he didn’t want to have any children though he told her he did — I turned out to be right on that one.

Anyway, I figured that she’d used up her bridesmaid credits with that wedding.

My father has been telling me for a month that he thought it was very unlikely that I would be allowed to stay at their house for so long and not be expected to be part of the wedding. I told him that’s just how this circle of friends are. If someone was coming up to Maine and needed a sofa to stay on, it’d be theres. Same with my friend in Atlanta and my friends back in New Orleans. That’s just how we are. Su casa es mi casa, si?

Anyway, when she asked last night if I would be interested in being a bridesmaid, I realized that there were so many reasons why I couldn’t say “no.” If we go beyond the whole polite thing and the whole thing where I’m staying at her house for about 2 weeks, there’s the simple fact that since 1993, we have been friends for the most part. We’ve had some serious long-term fallings outs, but here it is, 13 years later and we are friends again.

And I’m not sure if anyone else from the States will be going. Maybe El — I can’t imagine she’d pass up this excuse to go to London, the Anglophile that she is. Since PW hasn’t got any real family, I think there should be someone there for her that represents the life she’s leaving behind, a link to her past to share in her new happiness.

So, I’m a bridesmaid…and I’m guessing I can’t wear the same dress I wore to her last wedding.

tags: wedding, friendship

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