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I’m Sorry, What?

Met friends for dinner last night at the fantastic Mermaid Inn.  Two of these friends I’ve known since childhood.  One is getting married come September; he was there with his lovely fiancee.

Things that occurred:

  • Fantastic trout.
  • Two Old Bay Bloody Marys (side note: I’d eat my own arm, provided it was seasoned with Old Bay).
  • Someone shows up with someone who is already three sheets to the wind.
  • Aaaand I’ve wound up a bridesmaid.
  • Wait… maybe I’m not a bridesmaid?
  • Nope. I’m a bridesmaid.
  • Circular conversation.
  • Nono, you only love me because you’re drunk.  It’s okay! I’m cool with that!
  • “I love when you cry.”
  • Strange realization that *I’m* the one who held her liquor.  Actually—crap—I’m startlingly sober.
  • Things get weird.
  • Desperately afraid someone might start petting my head.
  • And now there are tears.
  • Do I pick up her shoe from the floor? Is that rude? Is it rude to leave it?
  • Nightmares about dresses with butt bows. 

Now, I don’t know what it is to come into a group of people who have been friends for 22 years. It’s got to be pretty intimidating. I’d like to think I’m friendly and approachable, but who knows? I might be a total harpy when I’m around those two.  Still, it makes me sad to think that it might require copious amounts of “pregame” drinking to discuss wedding stuff with me.

I’m not gonna say no to being in the bridal party; he’s my oldest friend.  And *no* I didn’t expect you to ask me, and you didn’t have to, because it’s your wedding and you didn’t need to.  Bridesmaids are supposed to be your family and friends. I would not have been offended. Poor girl was in a win-win from the beginning.

I’m so, so, confused.  Evening took a strange left turn that wound up shoeless in a bar with mojitos and fries.

-TLOTH

    • #I turned left for a second to look at something and when I turned back there was a train running into me.
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  5. eebees said: I love all the words in this and yet two seemed to be flashing in neon lights: Butt Bows.
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  11. tricialew said: Is it wrong that while I feel for you in that situation that was unexpected and awkward, I still love your telling of it and selfishly enjoy the entertainment it provides? Narrative or bullet points, you tell a rockin’ story, Lady.
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  14. texnessa said: oh god girl.
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  16. shovelbum said: oh no!! If you’re cool with it, then good, but I never want to be a bridesmaid again. ugh.
  17. womaninterrupted said: Damn, I wanted Mermaid Inn. I could have walked in last night and made this evening even more awkward.
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