Always A Bridesmaid

I haven't been to a wedding in 10 years.

Not since CP married T on top of Keystone Mountain on a cold June afternoon. And that was 2 kids and a host of schooling for them both ago.

So the fact that I've received not one but two wedding invitations in the mail the last two days is, in a word, crazy.

Crazier still? The two weddings will be held exactly 3 weeks from each other.

Not that I wasn't expecting them. I mean, I am in the loop about some things and the couples involved are dear friends.

But still...

Having just blogged recently about the +1 wedding invitation and then receiving 2 invitations in the mail with Jane +1 written on each after having a well-earned hiatus from all things white and girly...

I have to dust off my wedding etiquette and figure out what I'm supposed to do and when.

Although...

Judging by the designs of both invitations - the first depicting a Harlequin Romance-like cover and the second a picture of a bare bottom being tapped by a wooden spoon with the words "Love Heals" figured prominently - and the fact that the characters from both weddings are part of the Gabor's crew and are intimately familiar with the Skullfucker¹ and Duck My Puppy stories...I'm not sure etiquette is going to matter...much.

By the way, while not technically a +1 because he's invited himself, Owen has graciously agreed to accompany me to the first. Now, if I can only convince him to accompany me to the second. Although a second choice would be Ira Glass who will be in town that weekend.

What does one wear to a wedding at Natural Bridge anyway?


1: Which I've never shared here because, while hysterical, is not so much blog appropriate. Hi Mom!