At the weekend I attended a wedding. At the weekend I went to my first wedding. At the weekend I went to a wedding on my own. At the weekend I went to a wedding as an ‘adult’.
As you have probably guessed I went to a wedding at the weekend. It was a simple affair that was very far beyond my comfort zone. I had never been to a wedding, not even as a child, (I had either not been invited or figured it would be incredible dull) so I was nervous; I had no idea what to expect and only a vague notion of what was going to happen. I decided this was a big gap in my knowledge as an adult. That along with what the hell do you wear to a wedding, no, no wait a semi-formal wedding? I had to be an adult as well, this meant making small talk, smiling in all the right places, saying the right things, you know being charismatic and witty and wonderful rather than turning up, running round and eating too much and falling asleep under some coats. (Remind me why is being an adult is a good thing?)
I also went stag; not that I was given a choice as I didn’t have a “plus one” not being in a “committed long term relationship” however, it was awkward as I knew no one else there. I’d rather however go single to these things, having to entertain myself is much easier than hanging out with friends and a date where you have to micro manage and maintain time with everyone (I’d rather be a lemon in the corner than frustrated with people I like not playing nice ). It was odd, I am quite close to the bride and get along well with the groom, however I have limited and sporadic contract with her family and she lives too far away for me to know her friends. This meant shock, horror I was going to have to mingle, while I can think of worse things to do, it’s undoubtedly a lot of hard work.
I did know one person there, like the bride she was an old friend from the school we all attended, she was married annnnnnnd had two ridiculously beautiful and charming children in tow. (I didn’t avoid her wedding I was in America at the time) It was a lovely catch-up but I felt very aware that despite my two friends being a year older than me I was the maid, and they were the bride and the matron with children. Honestly I felt closer to the children making themselves sick than to my friends who seemed to be racing away from me. I was, however, mildly reassured by the vicar who during his sermon said that it wasn’t that you grew up and then got married but more that when you got married you grew up. Apparently if I want to feel more like an adult I’m going to have to get a ring on my finger. Hmmmmmm.