maid of honor!

so my friends are finally getting married after being together for ten years. and they've picked me to be maid of honor. and i am just so honored, seriously.

i was first told by the groom yesterday, and all i could say was "what?! wow! why?"

you see, the bride and i aren't what you'd call best friends exactly. which is not to say that we aren't good friends, because we are. we've shared millions of conversations, some of them laced with tears and most streaked with downright laughter.

still, i could think of at least five other people who are better qualified.

i've been told that the wedding has been planned to be really exclusive. and i even doubted my chances of getting an invitation. and now, maid of honor! wow! why?

come to think of it, i don't remember ever being with either groom or bride outside the workplace, with the exception of the regular workpeople eat-outs. so yes, wow! why?

the other workpeople have started to tease me about wearing make-up and a gown. i am so clumsy with make-up and gowns (actually, i hate make-up; gowns i could probably live with). and the groom has already thought of a way to make the torture of it a little more lasting: photos, lots and lots of photos.

gladys in a gown, and looking all girly. that really would make an interesting addition to the rather long list of things the workpeople tease me for (just when i thought they couldn't possibly come up with more).

just thinking of it all makes me feel downright abashed. but know what i really think? what i really really think? i think i don't care too much. so what if i have to wear an uber-girly dress (that's most probably glossy)? so what if i have to endure a solo march (solo march?! please let it not be the slow type, please!) down a church aisle (a not particularly long aisle, i hope)? so what if there'd be photos (lots and lots of photos) to document it all and serve as evidence for years (and years) after?

i don't care. i think the honor of having been chosen is all worth it.

thank you very much, joan and orvil! for even considering me. i'll be there, in the glossy dress with heels (waaah! heels!) to match.

august 6, 2009