I have literally lost count of how many weddings I’ve participated in during the course of my 25-year-old life. While I never made it as a flower girl, around age 10, my younger sister and I solemnly watched over the guest book at a family friend’s wedding. As a pianist, I booked my first wedding around my freshman year of high school and have averaged musical participation in at least one wedding a year since then. And over the last few years, many of my friends have “come of age” and caught the marrying fever, which puts me in the position of playing a bridesmaid and/or maid of honor. I’ve purchased five fancy dresses now, and, with both of my siblings recently entering into engagements, I see more in my future. There will also be a plethora of parties to attend, gifts to buy, stressed out bride-friends to soothe and, most of all, too many giggles to count/Kendel Murrant, Idaho Press Tribune, 2C Etc. More here.
Question: Why do you like/dislike going to weddings?
Liz on March 27 at 11:11 a.m.
I used to work in banquets and catering at a few different hotels. Good chunk of business, particularly at the one place, was weddings. Fancy weddings. Expensive weddings. Bridezillas. Mothers of bridezillas.
You get the picture. This soured me so much on weddings that I seriously considered elopement when my own turn came up.
JeanieSpokane on March 27 at 11:29 a.m.
I have only been a guest at several weddings. I was the driver once for a bride and her bride’s maids. She sat in the back seat with her dress on and her veil - leaning out the window so she could smoke without it smelling up her clothes. She lived almost to Post Falls; she got married at Finch Arboretum. I was a wreck. I felt like I was carrying a bunch of loose raw eggs in the back seat - I was so afraid of having an accident or having her catch on fire. {sigh}