When you're a bridesmaid, the most you get in your mouth all day actually comes at the end of the night- the wedding dinner. For my brother's wedding, we had a morning full of pampering, so the only thing that touched my lips, besides lipstick, was an onion bagel oozing with cream cheese and a few pieces of obligation fruit. The minute I got to the reception, I stalked every server passing the hors d' oeuvres for a few meatballs and loaded my plate with crackers and cheese.
When it was time to get seated for dinner, I had that moment of wedding guest anxiety- when you hope and pray that your entree selection was best choice. I developed a strategic plan where I ordered one entree and my date, the other. That way, if my dish was gross, I'd just steal his.
I didn't have to steal his food, because mine hit the spot, but probably because I was starving. I don't mind a little leg and thigh. The servings were super small, but I wasn't trying to gorge myself because I was wearing a little wiggle dress that hides nothing. The plate was licked clean, with nothing left but a measly bone. Sounds familiar?
Once a bridesmaid...always a bridesmaid.