Pretty in Show

I'm pro-romance, anti-marriage, so when my old way-back-to-diapers-days friend invited me to her bridal shower, I thought of about 400,000 things I'd rather do. I love her, really, but seriously. Standing around at a girls-only fest, opening presents with the word 'bake' on every box? Is there enough wine in the world? I can't giggle that long without help.

Thankfully, there's a reason she's stayed my old way-back-to-diapers-days friend. She didn't want to be there either. But she got presents and a fiancee, so I told her to shut it and take it -which she did, though we poured each other's glasses regularly.

Loads of stories, laughs, and in-sync eyerolls later, I was drunk. I've been wearing the same clothes for 36 hours (it's been a long 2 days). I was surrounded by pretty things and napkins and date squares and candles, inhaling about 30 different perfumes, and thanking my smart self for ditching the heels for flats at the last minute because teetering on a lawn is impossibly hard to do gracefully. In the end, I had a blast. I can't wait to see her walk down the aisle.

Oh, plus I got to wear a flower wreath. Not the worst thing to do on a Monday.