Weddings are a blast, no? Give me a decent plate of wedding chicken, a steady supply of champagne, all my friends on the dance floor, and I’m quite the happy camper.
My sister’s wedding was no different– except as the maid of honor I had a few more duties than usual. No one took me up on my offer to trade outfits so they could make my speech for me (“Come on, no one will notice. It’ll be fine.”), so I had to suck it up and get on the microphone. I think I said, “Oh, I feel like Beyoncé,” into the mic at first (smooth, Ash), but the rest of the speech went as planned. My sister didn’t ruin her makeup with tears and I didn’t puke/collapse/hyperventilate. Success!
That’s a wedding wrap! (Praise, I don’t think I could take much more wedding planning.)