Sunday, January 23, 2011

You are what you write. And then mail to 150 of your closest friends and family.

 After my recent post about a lack of bridesmaids, I’ve had more than a few people congratulate me on my ability to be a bride without gaining any (new) psychotic tendencies.

First of all, I’m shocked that anyone reads this crap. Second, I would like to assure you that I am just as neurotic and unbalanced as ever. I just focus my manic behavior on the one area I know well- etiquette. 


But why do I know anything about etiquette? Well, many years ago I had the perfect job- I worked at a party store. Working in a party store makes every day super-fantastic and fixes any problem. Here’s a fun example for you:

When you’re 19 years old, anything and everything can push you into a disastrous and life-crushing emotional tailspin. But when you just got your period and there’s no fudge pops left in the fridge, there’s no need to hold the empty box while sobbing hysterically in the fetal position on the kitchen floor (true story). Just pick yourself up, go to work, and hang out in the sympathy card aisle. Read 10 to 15 cards and you’ll feel right as rain.

Thank you Hallmark, you understand my loss. I appreciate your concern during my time of need. For fudge pops.


So for this and many other reasons, I really enjoyed that job. I loved it so much that I even went back years later to work in their invitation department. As part of my training, I had to read “Crane’s Blue Book of Social Stationary” and Emily Posts book “Etiquette”, both bursting at the seams with mind numbing formalities and social graces. I would equate reading them to suffering a slow painful death via eye-gouging with a dull spoon.

But I did learn a lot, and because of that I’m pretty anal retentive about social etiquette.  I’ve also developed a few pet peeves when it comes to invitations. For example: If you’re getting married in a church, you need a semi-formal invitation. I don’t care if your theme is glitter, sunshine, and springtime-y colors. That’s just weird, and that’s just for the reception. The invitation is for, first and foremost, the wedding ceremony. And it’s very cute that you call your grandparents Me-maw and Pop-pop. But the post office doesn’t agree, so just stick to Mr. and Mrs. on the envelope. Please.

For the most part I’m able to contain my manic episodes of unwanted Dear Abby impressions. But my upcoming nuptials have me reading a lot more blogs on the subject of weddings. And if I see one more blog listed “How do I write- I don’t want gifts I just want money- on my invitations????” I just might lose my shit. 

So, dear friends, do not worry. I am just as mentally fogged up as any other bride. But to keep me from falling into a complete psychosis, I ask that you refrain from doing anything exceptionally stupid in writing. At least until September.


Jessica’s five easy rules for invitation etiquette:

1)      The people financing the wedding are considered the hosts of the event. They need to be properly listed on the invitation. Nobody wants to be the anonymous donor of your pretty pretty princess party.

2)      If you have military/doctors/lawyers/anyone with a title on your guest list (and they use their title), you need to list them as such on the outer envelope. To not do so is extremely rude; they paid a lot of money for those little letters in front of their name. So if you come from a family if over-achievers, print your guest list and visit a stationary store for help. Don’t use a book- the rules get confusing.

3)      Your paper, printing process, and wording should reflect the formality of the event. Always. Don’t you dare use evite or facebook to invite anyone to your wedding. (Jose)

4)      Order RSVP cards. We all know that you are super-techno savvy and can RSVP on a wedding website via laptop, smart phone, and your office computer. But great aunt Matilda isn’t quite there yet. So just order a few RSVP cards and send them to the guests who need them. That would mean anyone who owns a VCR, calls a refrigerator an “ice box”, or mails you a check for $5.00 on your birthday.

5)      Never ever ever list anything that even hints at a gift registry on anything you print for your wedding. EVER. If you do I will hunt you down and take a red marker to every piece of paper you have, including your paystubs and birth certificate. When Macy’s gives you enclosure cards to add to your invites you take those cards and throw them in the recycling bin. Then call Macy’s headquarters and tell them to stop wasting trees on idiotic little cards. Registries should really only be told by word of mouth (bridesmaids). But if you really want to, list it on your website.



Monday, January 10, 2011

The trouble with being a bridesmaid

From the moment that ring hits your finger, there are a few key steps that a girl takes:

1) Call everyone you know. Scream into the phone.

2) Lose your voice, resort to email and text messages.

3) Plan your dream wedding in less than 10 minutes- with no thought to budget, reality, or even gravity for that matter.

4) Pick out the girls that would do anything for you- like help you try on 50 dresses, lick 100 envelopes, or listen to you cry hysterically over bad napkin colors. In other words, you pick out the bridesmaids.

The trouble with being a bridesmaid is that nobody really wants to be one. And not so much because of Bridezilla meltdowns pointed in our direction. We're used to dealing with our friends when they've got one foot in the loony bin.

It's really because of those hideous, God-awful dresses. They are the things of horror stories.
Here's a fun website dedicated to them:

http://www.uglydress.com/index.html


I've worn my share of bridesmaid dresses. Some were not so bad. Some were violently horrendous.
One was so bad my own mother told me I looked like a rabid animal drowning in pepto-bismol.

I'm also not the best bridesmaid- I've managed to step on my dress and rip the seam, break the heel off my shoe, break the zipper off my dress, and lose the ever-important "mandatory bridesmaid jewelry". I've also done any combination of the above in any given wedding I've not only been a part of, but just gone to as a guest as well.

I'm a bit of a trainwreck at weddings.

I used to think that women put their unsuspecting friends in these ill-fitting catastrophic nightmares purely for their own enjoyment. I've heard of girls picking out ugly dresses for the soul purpose of making sure they (the bride) look the best on the day of the wedding.

But I think usually it's just an unfortunate cocktail of a color, a cut, and a price range that suits the bride. Throw those together with 5 or six girls of varying height and weight, and you've got a problem. And that problem takes shape at the reception, on the dance floor. Four cocktails in doing the Dougie with it's skirt pulled up over it's  knees and shoes thrown in a corner.

A girl in an ugly dress will just resort to drinking until she forgets about it. And then dancing like an untrained stripper in front of your Grandmother.

So when planning my wedding, I decided to give my friends the gift of not having to worry about it. They're already spending their vacation with me, I think that's enough. And besides, it's a wedding- not a private school. No uniforms required.

Every so often I get a question about it. Who are your bridesmaids? Well at a wedding with 30 guests, it's kind of hard to pick a bridal party. I'd have every girl up there with me. I did ask my best friend to bring a blue dress if she can make it, but other than that.... no bridesmaids.

So girls, wear whatever you want to my wedding. Hell, drink 4 margaritas do the Macarena in a tie-dye bikini and a sombrero.

What ever makes you happy. It's your vacation, and it's that kind of party.