I love going to weddings, really I do. I think they are alternately sweet, hilarious, awkward, bizarre, sentimental, depressing, weird, and precious. And sometimes all of those things at once. It’s kind of hard to identify your exact feelings. Especially when the person getting married is someone you’ve known for a long time, maybe all your life. It’s such a weird feeling to see someone you’ve know for so long make this huge commitment and bond themselves to another person, presumably for life. It’s just sort of….weird.
But, you know what’s even weirder? Being at the wedding of someone you’ve never met before. And also you’re meeting everyone there for the first time and they are judging you because you’re their good friends girlfriend and so you have to be gorgeous and have a sparkling personality and all of your jokes have to be wedding appropriate and OH MY DAMN, NONE OF MY JOKES ARE WEDDING APPROPRIATE!!!
I may be freaking out a little bit because I’m going to a wedding where I don’t know anyone. And not in a hilarious Wedding Crashers type of way. And when I say I’m freaking out, I mean compulsively shopping for the right outfit and trying to prepare witty yet wedding appropriate banter ahead of time, and dreading the inevitable outcome, which is lots of drinking to calm my nerves except it only leads to inappropriate jokes and pelvic thrusting someone’s grandfather on the dance floor.
Remember when I said I loved weddings? Me neither.
Any tips? Besides drinking copiously because I’ve got that one covered.