Slave of Honor

I'm at that age where it seems like every weekend I have a wedding to go to. If it's not a wedding I'm going to, it's a bridal shower, or engagement party or a "I'm throwing some sort of wedding-related party so I can get another gift" party.

At first, they were a hoot. It was like one big reunion fully equipped with a DJ and an open bar. Dancing the Macarena while double fist-ing two margaritas with a crowd mixed of crazy uncles and zany aunts was awesome.

Then the weddings became a little more monotonous and the planning of driving/sleeping arrangements became a hassle. My boyfriend and my bank accounts were slowly diminishing and you can only wear the same cocktail dress a few times without it going unnoticed.

Now, I'm in my first wedding. And it's not just any wedding, it's my best friend's wedding and I'm the maid of honor. Cue the gasps.

If you thought the bride had it bad with all of the planning, cut the maid of honor a little slack too. Between picking dresses, getting fitted for dresses, buying dresses, planning the bachellorette party, planning the bridal shower and writing a speech that hopefully gets a few courtesy laughs - I'm tapped out.

Who knew so much went into being a maid of honor? I'm still very happy to be the "chosen one" and I'm super excited for the actual wedding, but there is no reason as to why I have a computer folder on my desktop dedicated to someone elses wedding. All of this has completely skewed my vision of weddings. I no longer want the big, elaborate day after seeing the stress it has caused so many others, including myself.

I'll declare it now: I'm getting married on a boat and no one's invited.