July 6, 2012 § 2 Comments
Glorious, glorious summer is here and in addition to long days on the lake, bare feet and bikinis – weddings are upon us.
My pretty friends are hanging on my fridge, smiling along with their save-the-dates and I’m pumped to finally be old enough to know people getting hitched. (I’ve heard this changes when you’re 28 and single, but for now it’s loads of fun).
Most of my friends with weddings this year happen to be of the male variety, but my sweet girlfriend and co-worker is marrying the boy she’s been dating since high school in September. Their love story is about as Austiny as it gets, all full of beards and homebrew, and gives me hope every time I hear it. A week or so after her fiancé proposed, she sheepishly walked into my office and giggled while asking me if I’d be one of her bridesmaids. I think her exact words were, “I feel like I’m asking you on a date, this is weird.”
Just a few months before, we were on the east side for a beard event and at some point in the long, silly evening, pulled each other aside and had a “you’re one of my favorite people and SOMEDAY you’re going to be in my wedding” moment. I can’t say for certain when my friend decided that she liked me enough for this, but for me it happened when we embarked on our first big work trip.
We were in San Diego and I had just broken up with my boyfriend at the time (hours before we got there) and was incredibly thankful to have an all-consuming, challenging week ahead of me. After working a 14-hour day, we got back to the hotel room, forced ourselves to shower and crawled into bed for an intense night of Shark Week (woo hotel cable!). Despite her really weird, but kind of adorable obsession with sharks, my friend threw off her comfy duvet and said something like, “Put on your heels and one of the million dresses you brought. I know you want to go out.”
She was right and minutes later, I was sitting at the rooftop bar eating from my napkinful of maraschino cherries (yes, sometimes I’m that girl) and flirting heavily with boys I would never actually want to date. No one is proud of succumbing to this flirtation, but when your heart is broken it helps to have a boy lavish you in cheesy compliments. When he proposed that we, “try a kissing game he just made up,” I handed him my sticky napkin and went to retrieve my friend who was animatedly spouting off shark facts to the guy he came with.
Despite her serious boyfriend, hatred of pretentious bars and love of Shark Week, she gave up her evening to cheer me up. There are so many other reasons why I love her, but this one moment was true friendship and I knew that she was special.
While I don’t think you always have a definitive moment when you know one of your girlfriends is just about as great as can be, I think it’s similar to when you realize you’re in love with a boy. Sometimes alcohol is involved, sometimes it’s not, but there comes a time when you are overcome with how much that person means to you.
Do I have a husband in mind? Absolutely not. And just for the record, I also do not have a wedding Pinterest board. They gross me out. But I DO have a group of girls that I can’t wait to share the experience with.
With other friends, the “bridesmaid” moment occurred when we were both feeling exceptionally close. My college roommate and I professed our bridesmaid plans during a Grey’s Anatomy hibernation marathon. Another friend and I were dancing about on the sidelines at our kickball game when we spilled our thoughts on bridesmaid love.
As hard as I always try, I obviously can’t predict the future and don’t know if these particular women will still be my bridesmaids whenever I do meet the right guy. However, I do know that at this moment in time they are incredible friends who make my Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, etc. nights way more fun.
P.S. Special thank you to my engaged friend for letting us pick out our own bridesmaid dresses. The icing on the cake as to why she’s the best bride ever.