Earlier this spring, Ed and I went to a bridal shower where neither of us had ever met the bride. I didn’t think much of it a) because I knew the groom (it was a Jack and Jill shower) and b) because I’d had my gum surgery 8 days earlier, so I had bigger things to worry about than not knowing the bride. Things like chewing.
Today, I’m going to another shower, this one for my cousin Wesley’s bride. It’s a girls-only event. I’ve met the bride once, briefly, about six months ago. Yesterday, I was talking to a male future relative of the bride. He’s also met her once, briefly, and remembered her as a “young, blonde, attractive woman.” I told him I wasn’t sure I’d recognize her. He said, “Well, you might not recognize her on the street, but you probably will in context.” I asked him if he’d ever been to a wedding shower. He said, “No.” When I pointed out that she probably wouldn’t be the only “young, blonde, attractive woman” there (she’s in her early- to mid-20s), he realized that I was right.
My only hope is if she has a flower, the somewhat traditional demarcation of guests of honor. THEN I might have a shot. :)
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