Five weeks from tonight my friend is getting married.
In the past I have looked forward to weddings as a time to see friends I don’t normally get to see. Especially with this group since we live all over the country and have not all been together at the same time in five years…since another wedding. This wedding will be bittersweet.
Although I am looking forward to spending the weekend with my friends I can’t help but feel a little upset too. You see we all always thought the friend that is getting married would be the last one to do so, if ever. Well, that title has now been bestowed upon me. Something I never thought would happen. For the most part I have been friends with this group since high school we are up to about 19…that’s a lot of weddings.
When I received the save the date card it was addressed to me and guest. Of course I laughed it off because I didn’t have anyone in my life at that point. I later found out that my friends were inviting everyone with dates. Which of course is a wonderful and uncommon gesture considering how expensive weddings are. My friend Alison said “You have plenty of time to find a date.” I laughed again knowing my history. I also decided that with this group of friends I wouldn’t bring just anyone. He would need to be special.
Days, weeks and months passed, dates happened, guys came in and out of my life, some for longer times than others. The invitation came in the mail a few weeks ago, tomorrow I get to send the response card back without a “guest” to take. I keep telling myself that I’m ok with this. That it doesn’t matter. That I will get to spend a great weekend with some of my closest friends and not have to worry about them bombarding a guy with a thousand questions. That since I have known most of the husbands longer than they’ve known their wives, I can steal them for a dance or two.
The truth is, I hate the fact that I will be going to the wedding without a guest/boyfriend/someone special. No, I wouldn’t bring someone just to bring a date. These friends mean too much to me and I never feel like a third wheel around any of them. However, I would prefer to be caring enough about someone to want to introduce them to these friends. Well, my friend’s son’s Bar Mitzvah is only a few years away…