Now, I have attended many a wedding as a "has-been beauty queen," but it was okay to be bigger, because I was in the landscape as a guest. When it's your co-worker, distant relative, a person your spouse knows, etc., you really don't end up in a lot of the action. You leave before the cake is cut, and you don't end up in any of the pictures.
But when it's one of your sorority sisters, not only is there the possibility of having to actually BE in the wedding, God forbid, wearing something that is only going to look good on maybe one super-tiny person, you're probably going to be expected to sing several sorority songs, in a circle, and particiapte in other crazy activities.
Most of these activities will be photographed to death, and tagged to death, on facebook within hours of the drunken shenanigans.
But do you know what's worse than that?
The fact that there is a remote possibility that you will be captured, forever in time, in your friend's wedding album, for all of eternity, looking like crap.
Umm... yeah. That's not going to happen.
No way. In. HELL.
So, get excited kids. I'm going to be pulling out the big guns for this one. And it's going to be one heck of a ride. Stay tuned.
Oh, and Merry Christmas!
