Bridesmaid

JennaCan... be the perfect bridesmaid.

There are several important things to remember about being a good bridesmaid. Number one! The bride is always right. Number two! Nobody cares if you hate strapless dresses, you're wearing it anyway. Number three! If you think you may be right, refer to rule number one.

I'm about to go meet the lovely bridesmaids and the lovely bride-to-be Ms. Jaimmah Blairre Flores for a little outing to get the perfect shoes. Blairre and I are both Scorpios, so we're used to being in complete control and a few months ago when Blairre asked me to be in her wedding, she seemed pretty... laid back. Surprisingly so for a Scorpio.
"Whatever shoes you want," she said with a shrug.
And now, a little over a month and a half to the wedding, we're piling into a carpool and driving an hour away to get the bronzy-strappy shoes she pictured in her "dream wedding".

But, because I love her, I'll willingly sacrifice my Saturday to spend it cooing over the shoes or the flowers that she picked. Also, because Blairre has excellent taste, I'm not all that worried about it. And she's pretty enough to let us be pretty in her wedding... unlike a lot of other brides that want the bridesmaids in neon green puff sleeves to look better in comparison.

Blairre and I have been friends since high school, 4 years ago. She was the type that would make it unbelievably easy to be comfortable around. We spent days and days at Starbucks, talking about boys and dreams and life. And she's always been a romantic and wanted to get married young but hey, I thought we had years and years.

Now she's getting married, to this great guy named John Melvin.
So regardless of the shoes, the hairstyles, the 4 (yep) parties thrown before the actual day, all of which I am expected to show up with a perky-bridesmaidy smile and carry finger foods, I'll be there.
But if she changes the dress to neon green, I'm gone.