Sunday, January 21, 2018
Last night I went to my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful, intimate, emotional and there was lots of dancing. It was a such a fun wedding. My feet reminded me how much fun, this morning. Oh and? I caught the proverbial bouquet. The funny in that is that I am the last remaining single gal in our family. Lets think about that shall we? The last.remaining.single.gal. That's quite a title to uphold but I've managed to do it well my entire adult life. My siblings, all married. My cousins, (as of last night) all married (some for second and third times). So when it was time for the bride to throw her bouquet, of course all of my family forced me to go up to the dance floor. I reluctantly stood up and walked the plank -I mean walked to the dance floor. It was filled with all of the other single ladies. As luck would have it, I caught it. You would have thought the Astros were playing Game 5 of the World Series again, the way my entire family erupted in cheers, claps and whistles. Seriously. I was a bit embarrassed. Ok, ok, ALOT embarrassed. I'd never caught a wedding bouquet before. Mostly because I usually do not partake in the whole wedding ritual. So I was surprised when that thing came flying straight at me. Like I said, it was fun. But now, the jokes are non-stop.
Them:"When's the wedding?"
Me: "The future?"
Them: "Who is the lucky guy?"
Me: "As soon I meet him, I will let you know"
And of course, my Facebook friends and family are having a blast with it as well. I have a girlfriend that is getting married in a few weeks and she said she would not even throw her bouquet but instead just give it to me. That made me laugh.
Later that night as I was driving home a frightening thought came to mind, Thanksgiving and Christmas this year will suck if I don't take anyone to our family gatherings. And by suck, I mean suck for me. I will be probed and prodded by my family on why I am still not engaged or married or pregnant.
Someone really needs to up the ante and start a rent a fiance store.
Cheers to a new week!
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