Tidbit from the Wedding

This weekend I was, yet again, a real life reflection of that really super fun phrase, "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride" as I was a bridesmaid, yet again, in another wedding.

I'm always genuinely excited for these girls when they get engaged and ask me to be a special part of the ceremony. But soon after they tell me they're engaged and want me to be a bridesmaid my smile fades a bit and I proceed to go through some, if not all, of the following thoughts as they're telling me the story of how they got engaged:

"Awww, I'm so excited for her! She seems so happy!"
"When the fuck is it going to be my turn?"
"Whatever. I have a great life. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want."
"When was the last time I had sex?"
"I hope the bridesmaid dresses aren't A-line with a back zipper. I hate those. I have to hold in my gut the whole time."
"This is going to cost me a friggin' fortune. No vacation for me this year."
"I'm not the only single bridesmaid am I? Is there one that's at least bigger than me? I hate being the biggest bridesmaid."
"Will there be anyone to hook up with at the wedding?"
"If I have to suck on a penis straw I'm going to shoot myself."
"Alright, I won't shoot myself but I'll be really pissed."
"I gotta start working out."
"I'm in the mood for some ice cream."
"With sprinkles."

That all runs through my head in about 30 seconds. Then I say, "Your ring is GORRRRGEOUS!" I'm not lying or being insincere when I say that. They're all gorgeous. They're friggin' diamonds. You can't go wrong.

This particular wedding was in Middleburg, VA on Labor Day weekend. We had already gone to Montreal for the Formula 1 race as our bachelor/bachelorette party and incurred the expense of that trip. Now we had to fly to DC, rent a car, drive to Middleburg and get a hotel room for the wedding. I always bitch about the cost and logistical annoyance of these trips but in the end, once I'm there, I have a fabulous time.

Of course it's always more fabulous if there's a guy to hookup with at the wedding. I had met all of the groomsman in Montreal so I knew there were no potentials in that crew, but I was holding onto the minuscule hope that there'd be that one handsome, lonesome stranger that found my charm and hairsprayed up-do irresistible.

No such luck.

Oh, there was a lonesome guy there all right. But handsome he was not. He was about 5'3". Poor thing. He too was on the prowl for a wedding hookup and was hitting on me at the rehearsal dinner. Very flattering.......but no thank you. That night I joked about him with my friend who was sharing a hotel room with me (always lookin' for ways to cut the costs). Turns out she hooked up with him a couple times in the past and said he's weird. We joked about how big our bed is, how small he is and how funny the visual would be of this guy joining us.

Cut to the reception.

My friend that's sharing my hotel room is wasted and making out with Shorty McGee at a table in the back. Apparently he's not that weird. After the reception, I return to our hotel room and assume she went to his hotel to get her post-reception groove on. But oh no....she busts into the hotel room, hair looking like she was auditioning for the role of "Medusa," and giggles as she says:

Her: [whispering] "I'm gonna sleep with Joe."
Me: "That's great! You going over to his place?"
Her: [whispering] "No, here."
Me: ".........................Heh?"
Her: [whispering] "We won't do anything in the bed, I swear."

I tell her that this does not make me happy. Meanwhile Shortcake is pacing in the hallway, hands in his pocket, looking down with an "aw shucks" look on his face. I tell him to come in, it's fine. I'm still annoyed though but decide there's nothing I can do about it because I thought everyone was asleep and I have nowhere else to go. There are no cabs in this town, or street lights, so I can't kick the guy to the curb. He can't remember how to get to his hotel.

So there we are. The Happy Threesome. Me, Medusa and Sprout. So naive was I, the night before, as I joked about this exact scenario coming true.

Another bridesmaid knocks on the door, as she wants to return something she had borrowed earlier, sees all of us in the bed and with a what-the-hell-is-going-on-HERE tone asks, "Hey guys...what's......goin' ooooooon???"

I say, "Joe's spending the night! Isn't that fantastic?!"

Luckily, there were some other folks awake so I joined them downstairs in our Bed & Breakfast (in just a t-shirt that says "I [heart] Beer", by the way, as that's all I brought for PJ's) and one girl said I could sleep with her. She was the bastard child that got the tiniest room in the B&B that only had a pull out sofa. Thank God/Allah/Angelina Jolie for her. So instead of sleeping in my comfy, huge bed I was sharing a pull-out sofa while my friend gets it on with Pee Wee the Hook Up King.

At least she got some. If they had just passed out I would've been really pissed.

So I'm REALLY looking forward to my next wedding. It's in March. It's my sister's who's 8 years younger than me. And I'm her maid of honor. I can't wait for the convergence of free booze, my deep-seeded hatred of being single and a photographer capturing every goddamn moment for all time.

P.S. I just ate 2 chocolate bars and want to throw up.