Last year I had 17 weddings. SEVENTEEN. Not only did I have my friends' weddings, but also had to throw my (at the time) boyfriend's friends in the mix. It was a fucking nightmare. So many of the weddings fell on the same weekends and we argued about which ones to attend until I finally gave in. My entire fridge was littered with Save-The-Dates, engagement parties invitations, wedding invitations, rehearsal dinners, bachelorette party invitations...you name it. I helped host half of them, sent presents to a all of them, and attended about 10 of them. BROKE. I'm talking about spending more on weddings last year than food kind of broke.
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Da Bride and I in NY |
Tonight kicks off my friends Kathleen and Brian's wedding weekend shit storm in Jackson, MS. I don't want to give too much away, but it's going to be two days full of Millsaps graduates, gays, lesbians, and deathly amounts of booze. I've been mentally preparing myself since Kathleen's Bachelorette Extravaganza in New York this spring. Tune in Tuesday morning for a play by play of what I can remember from the weekend.
XOXO,
Honey (terminally single and no wedding in sight)
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