I was excited to see all my friends, but I HATE being a bridesmaid, especially a single, thirty-something bridesmaid with no romantic prospects.
My usual angst of feeling uncomfortable in my body and without a plus one, however, never had a chance to surface. During the rehearsal dinner when I was forced to say a few words (with absolutely no forewarning), the moment I looked at my friend, it hit me -- how much I love and miss her and how truly happy I was that she found someone to share the rest of her life with.
Then at the reception, I was super excited to be sitting at a table with my "DC family!" There was no time for silly, woe-is-me feelings. We drank, we laughed, we danced all night...and then felt it the next day at brunch.
When my bubbly brilliant friend commented that this was the first time that our entire group had all been together since August, I was truly reminded about what is most important to me...experiencing love. Love of friends, love of dance, love of love. Which meant getting out of my head and living in the moment.
Raise a glass to great friends and great times! Cheers!