As a bridesmaid, I did most of the things I was supposed to do: cracked jokes at the rehearsal, hugged everyone like I knew them, got my hair done at 7 am, held it together with 41 bobby pins, practiced the walk to the stage in my heels and jeans, sewed my dress on, told the bride a funny story before we went on stage to calm her nerves, walked down the aisle without falling, cried twice on stage at the appropriate times, walked off the stage without falling, smiled in hundreds of pictures, held the bride’s train, got her in the car without dropping the dress, smiled when introduced at the reception hall, cried at the toasts, laughed at the toasts. I drank champagne, danced with the best man, danced with the groom (three times, because I am lucky), danced to keep the party alive, attended to the bride if she needed something (hug, smile, wink), danced with the other bridesmaids. I helped clean up, held the marriage license until it needed to be signed, held hands with B, and said, “hey, you’re married.”
But, as it turns out, I only managed two pictures, and two iPhone pictures. So, you’ll have to excuse the slight delay, but I must wait for Jeffrey to post them, as secondary wedding photographer.
