Channeling my inner bride…smaid.

Invites and centre pieces and wedding vows – oh my. And so it was my turn to take on the task of bridesmaid-of-honor for a gal pals recent nuptials. A hefty undertaking for someone like myself who has never fully understood the ritual that is the wedding. It’s always seemed so 18th century to me. Nonetheless, I was honored to take on the role and learned a lot along the way. Which brings me to…

The Urban Cowgirl’s Wedding Party Survival Tips:

1) First and foremost, the bride is always right. Don’t offer suggestions or throw out ideas as your bride will no doubt have her vision in place and it’s non-negotiable. I equate this to dealing with high level executives – don’t offer too much detail, just grin and nod and getter done.

2) More details = more f*ck-ups. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself packaging cupcakes and arguing with the wedding planner the night before the shindig takes place. In other words, keep it real. Are place cards and party favors necessary? Nice touch but not worth the meltdown.

3) Be organized. Stuff your bosom full o’ tissue in the event that the bride breaks down at the altar. Practice deep breathing exercises so you are prepared to lead your bride through a series of meditation tactics, if necessary.

4) The blending of two families is an interesting dynamic to witness. I would strongly encourage a pre-wedding bonding session to avoid any awkward energy on the big day. Why not get both clans together for a rowdy piss up? Go to a karaoke bar, guzzle some vodka redbulls and have a laugh. Nothing like getting a little sloshy with your in-laws-to-be.

5) Speaking of sloshy, try to avoid consuming too many cocktails prior to delivering a toast to the bride and groom. If you forget what you’ve just said mere moments after putting down the mic, the results could go either way. I haven’t heard from my bride since the wedding…here’s hoping.

Weddings seem to have couples by the balls these days. Hats off to all the folks who have survived their wedding and for those of you who have yet to walk down the aisle of marital bliss – bonne chance possums.

Here’s to love! To l’amour!