Weddings. I've danced, toasted, given speeches, kicked my shoes off, tied my dress up and been the first one on and last one off the dance floor. I've taken selfies with the bride's dad, hunted down lost family members for group pictures, traveled for hours and learned the bartenders names. I've smiled at the right times, laughed at the wrong ones and gotten down to the Cupid Shuffle more times than you ever have.
Between the countless invitations, numerous evenings of browsing Crate & Barrel (because you NEED those martini glasses....especially now that you're married. I get it), and slew of dress fittings, nail appointments and spray tans, I've been to and in a collective 11 weddings the past two years.
And let me tell you, there is nothing depressing about that as a single woman.
But lets be real here. I am a hopeless romantic. I die for the moment when the groom sees his bride for the first time. I tear up at the first dance. I wave that sparkler as the couple exits the reception like I'll never go to another wedding again.
The best part about all of these weddings is that they have been such great examples of what love and marriage should be like and I am so happy I've been apart of that. To only have 7 people RSVP "no" to your wedding to holding a destination wedding where an expected 80 guests turned into 150...is amazing. Both of those weddings were filled with so many details special to the couple and their guests it was literally overwhelming--you just know, as much as the couple does, that they are meant for each other.
Before you tell me I'm turning into the real life version of "27 Dresses," let me tell you that these weddings are an opportunity--to witness love, to learn about love, to find love (you never know...). to figure all that sh*t out you clearly have no idea about because you've been to 11 weddings.
And that, ladies, is just fine.