What Every Bride Wants To Find On Her Wedding Day

Bunny_head This past weekend, as we were sitting in the bridal suite preparing for my friend's wedding, we discovered every bride's dream -- a giant, costume rabbit head in the closet.

So many questions, so few answers: What was it doing there? Who put it there? Where's the rabbit's body? Why would anyone need a bunny costume in November when Easter is usually in April? Can we even be sure this is an Easter bunny? Could plushies have been nearby? Would they come back?

I'm pretty sure that if anyone had had a bag big enough for this special souvenir, he wouldn't be in New Jersey anymore.  After all, it's not every day that you find your very own costume bunny head. 

Also, I must apologize for the quality of my bunny head photo. I managed to spill water in the bottom of my purse while I was in Brooklyn, and now all of my pictures are a bit on the blurry side. As a blogger, I need so few tools, and I still managed to ruin one of the few that makes my life easier. Oh well.

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In Which Laurel Attends Another Wedding

Wedding_cake This November, I will be in my 10th wedding. That's right, in a few months, I will officially reach bridesmaid double digits.*

I tell you this not because I'm about to complain about showers or dresses or even having to hear "always a bridesmaid ..." like the person speaking thought of that phrase themselves just that very morning and it is the most clever adage ever coined. (No, I'm not bitter about that one at all. Can't you tell?) I tell you this because apparently my regular appearance in wedding parties has turned me into a completely inept wedding guest.

This past weekend, I was invited to a wedding in Atlanta. It was a lovely invitation to be with a lovely couple. All I had to do was show up. There was no toast to come up with, no hair appointment, no aisle-walking. You would have thought it would have been the easiest thing in the world. (Or, at least, something that I, along with the millions of people that attend weddings every day, could handle.)

However, without my pre-ordered outfit and rehearsal, I was a little lost. I think I drove my friends crazy with questions: What do I wear? Do my shoes have to match? When do we need to get to the church? What do we do when we get to the church? Are we supposed to have programs? When do we leave the church? How will we get to the reception? Where do we sit? Is it OK to get on the dance floor yet? Is it time to greet the bride and groom? When do we leave? Should I get out of this picture?

Keep in mind that this is in addition to my other standard barrage of questions: Should I wear my hair up or down? Do you like this jewelry? Did I do my eye liner correctly? Do you think there's cilantro in that dressing? Would you call this ecru or beige? Do you think the cake is white icing on white cake or white icing on lemon cake? Where is the closest bar?

And so on and so on.

I'm lucky I still have friends (especially ones who invite me to their weddings), let alone those that don't seem to mind gently reminding me that the wait staff will fear me if I continue to attack the woman in charge of passing stuffed mushrooms.

* I am honored each and every time someone asks me to be part of their wedding. It's just a bonus for me that it also comes with a detailed schedule and coordinator responsible for most of my moves.

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