My best friend Marsha got married August 9th.

I was a bridesmaid! Marsha and Michael (the new husband) let me stay with them while I was there. I arrived in Louisiana earlier than her Maid of Honor, so I helped her get ready for the wedding and set up the church with her parents. The day of the wedding was crazy! Us girls went to get our hair done an hour and a half before we went to the church….that was not long enough. We got to the church late, which meant the men got to the church late because we had to be there first. Somehow, the ring bearer’s suit and the flower girls’ dresses got locked in a room that no one had a key to. Marsha’s dad cut his hand really deeply on the door while he was trying to force it open (he had to get stitches after the wedding). I was in charge of the two year old ring bearer, which means I held his hand down the aisle and had to coax him out of the bride’s spot where he decided it would be best to stand. He also thought it would be fun to step on the bride’s train and run around behind the preacher….. Then, after the wedding, the newly married couple realized they had left their marriage certificate at home. The groomsman had to go and retrieve it so that the wedding pictures could commence. At the reception, some crazy person put me in charge of cutting the groom’s cake….which was chocolate….and covered in chocolate-covered strawberries…..I told everyone that they would be lucky to get any.  And then I destroyed it. 

It is not smart to put me in charge of cutting a cake….it was not pretty when I was finished.  There weren’t many single men and women to catch the garter and bouquet: only four boys and five girls. Marsha threw the bouquet practically straight to my sister. 

 She didn’t want it. Marsha and Michael went to Vicksburg, MS for two days after their wedding and I got to stay at their place alone. I decided that, since I was running low on money, I would clean her house as a wedding gift. So when they went on their two day honeymoon, I cleaned. I cleaned their bathroom, kitchen, dining room, desk, and living room (I didn’t venture into the bedroom). I wasn’t there when they came home, but they said they were afraid they had gone into the wrong apartment. The cleanliness lasted until they opened their wedding gifts, which, along with the boxes and papers and bags, were strewn all over the living room. I didn’t stay with them for much longer after they returned.