The months of July to October were a complete blur to me because those were the months that I was most heavily involved in planning and activities related to weddings that I was in, 10 days apart from each other. Yes, you read that right. I was a Maid of Honor in one wedding and a bridesmaid in another wedding the weekend after. No, I totally handled it with grace and totally didn’t get wedding details confused, at all.
Anyway, bride #1 had a shower that was being planned by family. No biggie, that really helped as I was getting ready for the other bride’s shower and bachelorette party. Bride #1 had mentioned some possible dates and I made sure I was open but that was all that was mentioned. We then went on to have about 5,895 conversations about the wedding, but never one about the shower.
Fast forward about a month, to one lazy Saturday morning…
I am the opposite of a homebody on the weekends. I want to be anywhere but home. However, on that one Saturday I had decided to have a delightful day of no bra, no showering, lazy, Netflixing 20 episodes of The Office and just lying in bed. I mean, I was living the life.
It’s at this point and time I should tell you that my parents had tried to get me to go to Oklahoma for a family reunion and I was *that* close to going but I decided I wanted a lazy day all to myself. It is very important that you remember that I was *that* close to going to Oklahoma that day.
It was about 12:45 pm and I decided to text Bride #1 and ask if she wanted to do brunch. She replied and said it depended on how she felt after today. I made a stank face and replied, “What is today?”
“Uh…my bridal shower.”
“Uh…no it’s not. What are you talking about?”
“Are you seriously?”
“I never got an invite!”
“Alissa, are you serious?”
It’s at this point that I jump up, immediately call her and am freaking out. I am running around, jittery, crying and hot and cold. She completely thought I was joking. The shower was that day. Oh yeah, and in an hour. I was looking like someone who had been living under a rock for 10 days. She yelled back that I got an invite on the day I was over at her house. But the day that I was over at her house was the day that her hair trial ended in a disaster and we spent 90 minutes trying to find a new hairstyle after the appointment with the stylist ended horribly. I yelled back, sobbing that I didn’t understand what was happening.
I had no idea what the invite looked like. She texted me a photo and I was shocked. I had never a) seen the invite b) thought to ask when her family scheduled the shower and c) I had no gift or really any chance of looking decent.
So after having a few tears come out from the panic, I jumped into the shower, picked out a horribly unflattering outfit, jumped in the car, got a card from the grocery store that I had to customize to a “I’m sorry I’m your best friend and I forgot your shower but I swear I never saw an invite can we still be friends?” card (Hallmark really needs to make a whole section for that) and made it to the shower 10 minutes early. That’s right! I made it 10 minutes early even when I was 20 minutes from the venue and had to shave my legs.
We haven’t really discussed this whole incident. I think she still thinks I had an invite that I just lost. I’d like to go on internet record that this is not true but also do not want to bring up any ill feelings. However, she’s probably going to read this. I’d also like to say that I made a countdown, calendar and email reminder of when their wedding day was. Just in case. Oh and to be clear, I DID get an invite to that. For sure.
Also, I was totally right that it’s almost funny months later. Almost. Still a little too painful, but I’m beginning to see the humor in it. Ish. Maybe in 2016.