Yes. That’s right. My best friend has asked me to be her Maid of Honour.
She must be out of her mind.
I mean, I was super excited and – fittingly – honoured at first. There was absolutely no way I could say no.
But then I started reading about the kinds of things a maid of honour’s supposed to do and how much responsibility‘s involved and then I started laughing and got drunk until I blacked out. … Which I think is a good metaphor for how this wedding’s going to go.
Luckily, the wedding’s not for a while. I mean, a long while. As in, the couple in question – my darling bestie and her fiancé – haven’t even set a date yet. She’s just started college while he’s just started a big fancy job so the two of them are definitely not looking to do the “Squeeze everything in in the next six months” routine.
Nevertheless, this is actually going to happen. I mean, they’re pretty in love. He put a nice big ring on it. They have a dog together. And I’m officially a Maid of Honour (like an actual grown up).
So, I’d like to welcome you to the first edition of my new series, The Maid of Honour Diaries. These posts will chronicle the days, weeks, months, (and let’s be realistic) years, leading up to the big day and how I somehow manage to navigate my way around as part of the wedding party.
I mean, think about it, guys: The last time I was part of a wedding party was when I was a teeny, tiny, oh-so-cute bridesmaid for my aunt and uncle’s wedding. All I had to do was smile and look adorable, like this …
How could you not love me?
These days, most of my ‘smile and pose for pictures’ looks are something like this …