Nic Narrates

Bad Bridesmaid: Part 5

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Oh holy hell, here we go.

I got an “invite” in the mail from Mara’s soon to be mother-in-law for the rehearsal and dinner, and caught myself shaking my head at the saddest thing ever. The whole idea of sending an invite when I’m a bridesmaid struck me as odd too, but that’s beside the point.

It was printed on 8 x 11 plain computer paper in all caps Arial font- without adornment, sentence structure, or spell checking apparently. Hors d’oeurves is a difficult word, and there’s conflicting spellings online, but…hordeurs? If you think that’s bad, how about misspelling the bride’s name? For real.

The invite went on to direct me to wear shorts and flip flops (because the reception hall will not be air conditioned?) Oh, and I should bring a dish to pass (I wonder if anyone has cornered the market on a jello mold…).

Maybe it’s just me, but the whole thing just seems wrong. When I asked a coworker what she thought about it, handing the fledgling print out to her, she looked up at me in dismay asking, “what is this?” Exactly.

This isn’t really about me complaining (for once). Instead, this is me feeling weird for my friend about the state of events. The whole process has been a disaster. Most recently for example, the bridal shower her mother “planned” (where five people sent in their RSVPs and 25 showed up and proceeded to eat the fruit salad out of the plastic serving tub with their fingers) was a brand of disaster that left me firing up the Jimmy Buffet Margaritaville blender at noon on the dot.

Later that day, half the girls who were supposed to come to the bachelorette party backed out at the last minute- kindly leaving the maid of honor and I to pick up the $200 hotel (okay, so I am complaining about that). The ones who did come didn’t chip in at all and didn’t even bring a gift. To tell you the truth, I’m not sure why they even came because they were only there for two hours. And now this.

I just don’t even know. I mean….uh…I…ummm….yeah. I guess I hoped for more for Mara. I hate myself for thinking this way- for judging- because it’s her wedding and maybe she’s fine with everything (though she didn’t seem fine at the shower) and my concern is misplaced. It’s lame and bitchy and whatever else you want to call it. But there it is.

I’m a bad bridesmaid. Bad, bad, bad bridesmaid.

Filed under: hateful, haterade, wedding hell, WTF by Nic

5 Responses to “Bad Bridesmaid: Part 5”

emmaenlighted, on June 26th, 2008 at 10:11 pm Said:

You’re not a bad bridesmaid, you’re just a caring friend. Has Mara said or mentioned anything to you?
Anonymous, on June 26th, 2008 at 10:38 pm Said:

Being a bridesmaid sucks all around. This, however, is TERRIBLE! And I thought it was bad when I went to a reception and the bride had to go table to table to talk to her guests because nobody wanted to speak with her….
Ames, on June 27th, 2008 at 12:59 am Said:

Oh no, this truly is tragic. Your concenr and horror is well placed, you obviously want the best for your friend.
I think weddings really reveal a lot about a person and what they are happy with in their life. Good luck with the shorts and flip flops…
Nic, on June 27th, 2008 at 2:34 pm Said:

Emma- She hasn’t said anything, nor will I, but her disappointment definitely showed on her face once the shower ended. I’m not sure if she knows about this latest debacle. I intend to keep it that way…

Ames- I agree with you about weddings…they’re like the perfect storm for emotional chaos. That said, there’s no way in hell I’m wearing shorts and flip flops to a rehersal dinner. No effing way.
Valerie, on June 27th, 2008 at 3:43 pm Said:

Oh my God. As a graphic designer, it is best that you did not actually scan and post that atrocity. I probably would have hyperventilated.