I have spent the last 2 weekends driving to Buffalo for many wedding festivities. There is no end in sight to this madness. Last weekend was sister’s bridal shower. This weekend was boyfriend’s college roommate’s wedding. Next weekend is my good friend’s. Then in a couple weeks, there’s a 50th wedding anniversary, a bachelorette party for sister, then another wedding! So for the next 2 months, I’m going to be completely wedded out. 

I have helped fix registries. I have decorated an entire house in “Blush and Bashful.” I spent 3.5 hours constructing a 15 lb. red velvet and gray icing masterpiece of an armadillo cake. I have busted my ass over fitting into maid of honor dress #1 only to (thank god!) toss that one aside for maid of honor dress #2 that won’t make me lose 15 lbs. to look half decent in it. I have driven countless hours with boyfriend and peeing dog in tow and stressed over painted pots housing tiny cacti for favors, handmade invitations, and the color of the margarita punch… I said I wanted pomegranate margarita NOT regular damnit!!! 

At the moment I’m feeling a little “27 Dresses.” *rolls eyes* 

But I am happy to do it. Most of what I mentioned was for sister and she’s totally worth it. But I’ve realized that I don’t think I want to go through all of the hoops myself. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself… because as I’ve mentioned- I occasionally change my mind on things. Right now I’m going to concentrate on just being happy and our new house hunting excursion.

The highlight of all this wedding junk lately has by far been this past weekend. I caught the bouquet at boyfriend’s college roommate’s wedding. So with all of his old college track buddies watching- I prepared and stretched, reminded the bride that it’s been 6 years of grueling wonderful relationship, and then as those flowers soared- I dove onto that floor like Greg Louganis at the 1984 Olympics. I ate some dance floor while I was at it and took out a couple bridesmaids, but so help me god those flowers were MINE! After I’d eaten my fill of floor and tulle for the night, I start to walk off thinking my job was done. Oh no- I forgot the second part of this whole thing. 

The Garter. Boyfriend did not do as I asked and instead kept his elbows to himself. And in doing so- allowed for the 10 year old ring bearer to sneak in there like a midget on a mission and caught the garter. Which the DJ then kindly made him place on my arm instead of my leg and the poor kid kept going and tried to get it up around my neck!!  (I’m convinced boyfriend tried to pay him to strangle me with it…) But no… that wasn’t good enough either. DJ then asks- does Megan have a boyfriend in here?? So then he drags boyfriend up to the floor so he can then wriggle the stupid thing onto my leg. As if I wasn’t embarrassed enough at this point- DJ announces- “Well geez, boyfriend acts like he hasn’t been there before.” And then finally with mine and boyfriend’s humiliation complete- we exited the floor. Track buddies were rolling on the floor in fits of laughter. (Don’t worry- I’ll get some pictures as soon as one of the many wedding goers tags me on Facebook… wonderful.)

And with that I remind you… no matter how much you might want pretty flowers and to be a little silly for the sake of tradition (and a possible left hand rock in the future)- DO NOT go for blood to catch a bouquet unless you are seriously ready to be humiliated in front of a room full of people you don’t know. 

What’s your favorite wedding memory? So I don’t have to be the only one ridiculously embarrassed here??