Wedding fever has consumed me. Does that make it sound like I want to get married? That’s not what I mean. I mean, I’m at the ripe age of 29 and I have several weddings to attend a year.
As y’all know by now, I am a klutz. So I managed to do a few things at the last wedding that were slightly embarrassing. I don’t exactly have a solution for this, other than to be more cautious but none the less, they make for an interesting story.
For starters, all the guests enjoyed specialty cocktails in champagne flutes during the ceremony. Most people finished and set their glasses down. Then, at the end of the ceremony we were supposed to throw rose petals as the bride walked up the aisle. Oh, I got the memo to throw the petals (kudos to me). But in addition to throwing the petals, my clutch opened up and I threw the contents of my purse (tampons everywhere) and smashed a champagne flute along the way. Luckily, no one but my immediate friends near me noticed. But holy you can’t take me anywhere. At this point, I was sober too…
So I saunter into cocktail hour and I manage not to embarrass myself there (at least I think…)
At some point, I walk into the reception area and completely wipe out on nothing. Totally blame my 6″ heels for that one. Who do I think I am?! It didn’t help that I spent most of the time earlier that evening complaining I was going to twist my ankle in those heels. So definitely put that in the atmosphere. Next time I’m wearing 3″ heels and having confidence that I’m not going to fall.
Needless to say, I switched into my flip flops. That didn’t save my reckless self though. Wiped out again while dancing. Maybe I need to stop jumping while I dance. Twisted my ankle that time and decided I had enough dancing for the evening.
So the moral of the story kids. Think positive thoughts, learn to walk in heels before wearing them in public, actually zipper your clutch and always bring a pair of flip flops to a wedding … although even those can’t save a drunken klutz