Wedding bells and balls

So this Saturday I was bridesmaid at a wedding. The evening before the big day, the parents of the bride took us all out for dinner. Bride, 3 bridesmaids, flower girl, mother-of-the-bride and father-of-the-bride. The poor man was rather outnumbered. Main topic of conversation – perhaps which shade of lipstick we would plump for on the day? Maybe who would catch the bouquet? In fact, the main topic of conversation between father-of-the-bride and the 3 bridesmaids was sport. Was a bit of a relief actually – after 12 months’ wedding prep, it was good to talk about something I felt I had an informed opinion on! (Weddings aren’t really my strong point… It’s the cynical, realist in me.)

We are all clearly our sporting mad fathers’ daughters. And what an array of sports discussed – tennis, NFL, NRL, cycling… I’m still reeling from Lance’s confession. Not so much that he confessed, more the way he sounded like an unfeeling robot when doing so. The lack of remorse chills me to the core.

So about that bouquet that we didn’t discuss at the pre-wedding dinner – it didn’t end up being thrown. Apparently other than me and the flower girl, there was only one single girl there, so the bride didn’t think it was worth it. Sigh – I was hoping to make it a hattrick (I attended the other two bridesmaids’ weddings over the past 2 years and battled hard amongst the gaggle of females to come out victorious.) But there you go – no single people at weddings anymore. Dull. Certainly not a good place to find a new love interest. Although the Mauritian waiter was very cute and he did bring me a surprise cocktail just because.