There have been lots of exciting things afoot in the Hobby Lobbyist home. The biggest news is that the Mister and I got engaged. (Yes, we had been living in sin all this time. I hope you were near a fainting couch when you read that.) We’ve taken a few weeks to revel in fianceehood before getting to work on wedding plans. First up: Our wedding party.
The Mister spoke to his groomsmen within a few days of our engagement but I took a little longer to ask my friends if they would be bridesmaids. I admit that on some level I was scared that my friends might not want to be part of our wedding.
Because if I asked them to be in my wedding and their response was this:
Then I would be all:
(Sidenote: I just figured out how easy it is to add .gif files to the blog. Sorry if it causes you to go into an epileptic fit. Sidenote to the sidenote: How cute is Jason Bateman?)
I realized pretty quickly that the women I wanted to stand beside me on my wedding day had already seen every shade of crazy from me, so it’s not like being my bridesmaid would be any worse than what they have already endured. Think I’m exaggerating? In college, I invented a game called “Push Betsy into a Wall.” In my defense, it was a really fun game. There was also a game that consisted of throwing mini-Snickers at her then-boyfriend. That game wasn’t as fun as the wall game because all the Snickers ended up across the room and really, I just wanted to eat the mini-Snickers.
Neurosis aside, it was time to figure out how to ask my friends to join me on my big day. Two of my three potential bridesmaids live out of town so I decided that all three should get a special package. Obviously, booze would be involved as well.
Each of my bridesmaids-to-be received a cardboard box containing a mini bottle of champagne and a special note:
The note reads:
Good morning, Dr. Smith.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to stand beside me as I plan my wedding and say “I do” to the Mister.
You have 14 months to complete your mission. Your limits will be tested as I repeatedly ask you which yellow taffeta ruffled dress you prefer (because I want you to be able to wear it again). You will have to build me up when I have nightmares that no one will show up to the wedding, and knock me down when I suggest that we train butterflies to fly in formation at the ceremony.
You will consume wine, listen, give advice, and consume more wine.
You will not be alone in your mission. You will be joined by two elite team members: Jane Doe and Suzy McQue. As always, should any member of your team get a perm or a face tattoo, the Bride will disavow all knowledge of your actions.
This message and bottle of champagne will self-destruct in five seconds so you better drink it quick. Please notify the Bride of your willingness to take on this mission.
Amazingly, they all accepted.
(Quick update on the blog content: My Hobby Lobby challenge is on hold as I get the basic wedding stuff knocked out. I will soon return to the project but first I need to get those doves trained.)