When my bride-friend called me fifteen minutes after getting engaged, I jumped up and down with her and promptly made her hang up and call her parents. The next day she asked me to be her maid of honor.
They were getting married in less than three months.
Now I was thrilled, thrilled, to be honored in such a way by bride-friend, but as a first year medical student, a dance teacher two nights a week, and a choreographer for a show that was opening the same weekend as the bachelorette party, I was a little stressed.
This blog will follow me as I make my journey through taffeta and tea time, bras and booze, and maid of honoring on an extreme budget.
These are my Maid of Honor Memoirs.
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