|(The Impressive Clergyman, from The Princess Bride)|
So my latest bridesmaid dress arrived yesterday. (No, this is not a Red&Brett post. Stop getting ahead of the story!)
A friend of mine from the theatre is getting married this June. Between the two of us we couldn’t find a “normal” picture of me for her wedding webpage when they were setting it up, if that tells you anything about our friendship. (I’d post some of the goofy photos, but they’re packed.) The theatre is a strange place and she and I were two peas in a pod while she lived here. She moved on, first to southern New Jersey and we still got together occasionally, and then back to her native New England, where I visited her a couple years ago. (That’s a post in itself, as soon as I unpack my photos!)
I’m excited for the wedding because it will be fun, although it will also be a huge expense I probably can’t afford. Weddings themselves don’t excite me. I’m not that kind of girl. It’s the people that make it worthwhile to be a part of the event. In this case, I am INCREDIBLY honored that she asked me to be in it, because she only has THREE bridesmaids!
Wow. One out of three. That’s someone important.
This is my 4th time as a bridesmaid, and my 6th time directly involved in a wedding.
The other bridesmaid dresses (sorry, no un-packed photos):
Dress 1. Zeus’(see pantheon here ) wedding: violet
Dress 2. Diana’s wedding: lilac
Dress 3. College roommate’s wedding: burgundy
Dress 4. (to the right>>): Navy! Yea!
I have nothing against purple, but really, it would be a statistical anomaly to be in purple ONCE MORE, because way back to my first time ever participating in a wedding…
When I was 5 I was flower girl in a cousin’s wedding. In case you can't tell due to the picture fading, that's lavender dress…
|I was crying because|
the sun was in my eyes.
ACTUALLY, I was only 5 because I insisted that “You can’t be flower girl until you’re five!” I don’t know where I got that idea in my head, but I just knew that was the rule. My cousin’s wedding was in June, and my “technical” birth date is in July. (I don’t usually celebrate it then, even now.) I remember sitting on my mother’s lap, crying that I couldn’t be flower girl because I wasn’t old enough, and nobody in my family could figure out what was wrong with me. It was a huge freakin' deal to Little Red! I can only imagine their confusion.
Mom: If you don’t want to be flower girl, you don’t have to.
Little Red: I want to! But I CANT!
Mom: Why can’t you?
Little Red(weeping): Because I’m only FOUR!
~~ apparently Little Red had age issues. But when you’re part of a large family, EVERYTHING seems to be ruled by age.
Mom(pacifying): That’s okay. We’ll still let you be in the wedding.
Little Red: NO! I CAN’T! I’m too young!
~~ Little Red was SO stubborn! Nobody was going to tell me I was allowed to do something I wanted to do anyway!...wait, what?
In the end…and my siblings remember this with much grumbling about their crazy little sister upsetting the whole family… my parents agreed to have my birthday in May that year. Little Red wasn’t going to be fooled by having a party on the wrong date, though. Oh no! They had to assure me that there would be nothing for me in July that year.
Nothing at all. Dad came through like a champ: “If we’re doing this in May, that’s it. No cake, no presents, no party in July,” was the assurance I was given.
…and believe me, Little Red would have felt cheated if they had dared celebrate my birthday on my technical birth date after promising that, for that year, my birthday fell two months earlier!
Now that I think about it, they probably only promised me that in the hopes that it would change my mind.
It's like they didn't know me at all!