When I was younger and married, I used to think that attending weddings was fun. Now that I'm older and a single woman again, it feels more like an obligation - whether I am a member of the wedding party or a guest.
This wedding took place in the late afternoon at a larger-than-normal "wedding venue." It was actually a hotel in Las Vegas that provided a small chapel with flowers, appropriate backdrop, pews, music and officiate. They provided changing rooms for the wedding party, and the reception area was just a walk away to the other side of the hotel complex.
The wedding itself was unremarkable. The bride was beautiful, as it should be, but the bridesmaids' dresses were once again dull and funky. They were a far cry from the puffy sleeves and full gowns of the old days, but I wouldn't even be able to cut and sew this one into a cocktail dress. The dress was strapless so I chose to go bra-less and use a little fashion/toupee tape to keep the bodice in the correct position. It had an A-line, mid-calf skirt and huge bow in the back that covered the zipper. The main problem was, it was cobalt blue - not my color...another donation to the Goodwill.
The wedding music started. All the bridesmaids lined up in the back of the venue with their accompanying groomsmen. I was walked down the aisle by an awkward teenager, who was clearly uncomfortable in a suit. Sigh. Thank goodness the rest of this ceremony won't take long.
All the guests and wedding party now headed for the reception area. While we waited for the bride and groom, who I imagine were having a quickie upstairs in their hotel room, we indulged ourselves in an open bar and a flood of delicious appetizers on trays that were brought through the room by servers dressed in starched white shirts. Now we're talking...food and drink, my forte.
I realized I didn't know a single person here, except the bride, so I stayed pretty close to the bar. All of us seemed to be taking advantage of the open bar and feeling pretty good.
Suddenly, I felt wetness splash on my exposed back and the back of my cobalt blue bridesmaid dress and I heard an "Oh, sorry, miss. I apologize! Let me help clean this up."
"Oh, crap." I turned around abruptly with a scowl on my face. "Dude! Take it easy!"
The bartender quickly handed me a wet rag.
"Ugh. Don't want a wet bar rag on my back, thanks." I said to myself, then, "No, thanks, anyway." I said politely out loud.
