This Monday my co-worker Joanie came in bubbling with excitement over how well her daughter’s wedding had gone last weekend. She’s been working really hard to plan everything out and other then a little rain, things seemed to go well. I was surprised to learn that a few other co-workers had attended and asked Sally, “Oh, I didn’t know you were close with Joanie’s daughter, how did you like the wedding?” Joanie was in earshot and said, “You know it’s my party too! I’ll tell you what I told my daughter, ‘I’m the one writing the checks and this was probably the biggest party I’ll ever get to throw so I get to call the shots and I get to invite all my friends. Period.'” She got pretty worked up, this speech was given complete with sharp finger pointing to the air.
Wedding talk continued and Sally mentioned how much she liked the caterer and that she heard the ceremony was nice but she had not gone as it took place 6 hours before the start of the reception. Joanie piped in, “I was so glad that I planned to have that nice long break to relax after the hustle of the morning.” I told Sally, “I always dread the ‘wedding gap’ especially if its long, I think it’s rude to the guests to keep them waiting for hours before starting the reception.” Janie responded, “Pshhht! Who cares if the guests are inconvenienced. IT’S THE BRIDE’S DAY! And if she wants a gap she should get one!”
Right about that time I realized that I had just stuck my foot in it and inadvertently called Joanie’s hostessing rude, so I clamped my mouth shut and suddenly found some very urgent work to take care of. It was a good thing too, because I think the next thing out of my mouth might have been and incredulous, “Are you sure it isn’t the mother of the brides day?” 0430-10