“When the bride is one with her lover, who cares about the wedding party?”
I left work at 12 on Thursday to head an hour north to Marie’s home to set up for the reception. I didn’t get home until nearly midnight. It was quite the event!
Sadly I’m afraid I didn’t really get on with the other bridesmaids and attendants. Nothing malicious, you understand! It’s just that not a lot can trump shared history and the other girls had heaps of it. I did overhear one girl say that she had known Marie longer than me and should have been a bridesmaid instead, which sort of was a downer, but one I didn’t take too seriously as there was probably some truth to that. They’d all grown up together in the same neighborhood, lived together for years at school, etc. By comparison I was a babe in arms, as far as Marie’s friendship was concerned! But then again, she asked me (hurrah!) and I was resolved to be the best damned bridesmaid the world has ever seen.
So, after a couple awkward failed attempts to join conversations about people I didn’t know, I contented myself with jumping up and down on lantern stakes to drive them into the turf, setting up tables, hanging garlands, whipping up massive gauzy decorations, organizing boys for heavy lifting, carting gifts about, and arranging flowers – all of which suited me perfectly.
There a few mishaps, the boys recruited by the groom (severely underestimating the amount of work that needed to be done) didn’t show up as early as we would have liked. And that darling other bridesmaid up there? Well, we sort of had to construct her dress from the pieces of two or three other dresses. What you can’t tell in that picture is that it is fearfully and wonderfully made – the safety pins colored with sharpies, the cinching, the half dozen people draping fabric and wrapping ribbon – it was quite the project! But it was a great joke because it turned out so well, no one but those involved were the wiser.
In fact, everything turned out gorgeously, we were thrilled. And more importantly, so was the glowing bride!
*Hopefully I’ll be able to get more pictures of the day from Marie when she gets back from her honeymoon. Congratulations, love!
One thought on “Le Reception!”
You WERE the best damned bridesmaid the world has ever seen. Period.
I can always count on you.