Always the bridesmaid…

Many years ago (over 5, less than 10), I get a phone call from Carrie, one of my best friends.

It went like this…

“Guess what!” She said, excited as hell.

“What?” I replied, pretty sure of what was happening, but not completely.

“Scott asked me to marry him!”

“What did you say?” I said. You gotta keep in mind the first time Scotty asked her out she said no. We still laugh about that.

“Yes! I said yes of course!” She laughed.

So it went.

A couple weeks later I get another call.

“So you know Scott and I are getting married.” She said one afternoon.

“Pretty sure I was filled in. Glad to see it’s still on.” I said. Or something to that effect. It’s been quite a few years. I’m not sure of the exact words, but I’m sure it was something smartassy.

“I’m going to ask you something,” she said. “You can say no if you want, I’d completely understand. But you are the first person I thought of and I’d really like you to do this for me. But I’d understand if you said no.”

“Anything,” I replied. Hell, this was my best friend. What could she possibly ask that I would want to say no too?

Then she asked, “Will you be my maid of honor? You wouldn’t be called the maid of honor, of course. Maybe man of honor or something like that. My mom is all for it and I talked to Mike and he said he wouldn’t say anything or start anything…”

“Of course, I’d be honored to.” I said. I’ve never been a homophobe and to be at my best friend’s side at one of the most memorable days of her life was an honor. Plus, adding to the fact it would probably make her stepfather, Mike, hate me more was an added bonus. The thing is, her mother and I always got along great, but Mike hated me with passion, for no good reason. Carrie and I deduced that it was that I had so many piercings. That could have been the only possible reason.

So I did it.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw Carrie in her wedding dress (us maids get the perks). I had the following thoughts immediately in my head, tripping over one another…

She’s beautiful…
I should have told how I felt about her… (I had had a huge crush on her, but never acted. By the time she got married, we were in the friend zone).
My God, she looks amazing…
Scott is indeed a lucky man…

I must of had a look on my face because she looked at me and said “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I simply told her, “Because you look beautiful.”

Then she forced a hug on me. I hate hugs. I am not a huggy bear. But since it was her day and all, I complied.

The wedding was cool, the reception was great, it was all-in-all a good day.

They’re still married and they now have a son. Of all the people I know, I see those two as lasting forever. They are just good people.

Coming soon….

My baby shower invite from another friend.

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