Wednesday, January 13, 2010

This will go one of two ways

I was chatting with a blog buddy yesterday when an email came through from Bridezilla, inviting me to a party, date TBD, at her house. And when I say party, I really mean a lame get together that requires me to purchase something that I do not need. Awesome.

The email got me thinking about – and subsequently chatting with AM about – Bridezilla.

Bridezilla doesn’t know about me and The Groomsman. Just as she wouldn’t know about me and any boy who I would happen to date. I’m not exactly a OMGIAMGOINGOUTWITHANEWBOY type of girl to begin with. (Well, except for on my blog, where I am a squealing schoolgirl 92% of the time.) And there’s the part where, despite the fact that I was in her wedding, Bridezilla (side note: check out the comment that togethertheycome left on this post. HA!) and I aren’t close friends. “You seem like more of an acquaintance,” The Groomsman said to me once. It was an accurate assessment. It’s one thing to tell Lucy and Colleen; it is quite another to tell a random coworker and the barista at Starbucks.


The Groomsman is a high school buddy of Bridezilla’s husband. Bridezilla doesn’t get along well with her husband’s high school friends. (There was some incident years ago at a movie theater and now she’s convinced that they all hate her.) But she has always spoke kindly of The Groomsman...which either has something to do with the fact that he wasn’t at the movie theater on that fateful night, that she’s spent more time with him (The Groomsman and her husband used to be roommates) or just because he is so incredibly nice and awesome.

Still, The Groomsman is part of His Friends Who Really Hate Me.

I have no idea how she is going to react.

Until yesterday, I was set on avoiding the situation. Let her find out when she finds out. From her husband. From one of the other members of His Friends Who Really Hate Me. From The Groomsman himself. Via Facebook stalking. I didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t me.

But AM, goddess of wisdom, pointed out that maybe it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to let Bridezilla hear it from me. That it would be “normal and logical.”

Hmmm. I don’t do many things that could be considered either normal or logical. But this sort of made sense. I could be classy, for once, and let her hear it straight from me.

So I responded to her email. And, at the end, I tossed in this gem:

“I don’t think I told you, but have gone out with The Groomsman a few times. Just casual. No big deal, but I wanted you to hear about it from me, since I did meet him at your wedding and whatnot.”

(Those weren’t my exact words, but that’s the gist of it.)

She is going to go one of two ways with this:
1. Completely fucking ballistic: how dare one of my bridesmaids get mixed up in His Friends Who Really Hate Me. She has no loyalty. I can’t believe she would do this. This is the worst thing to ever happen. Etc., etc., etc.
2. Completely fucking overjoyed: my fairytale wedding was the catalyst to another fairytale romance. Their happiness is all thanks to me. Lets go on double dates every second Tuesday. I am definitely going to be the maid of honor in their wedding. They will likely name their first child in my honor. Etc., etc., etc.

It’s been almost a day. I know that she’s been online. And I haven’t heard back. I’m going to assume, until proven otherwise, that she had reaction #1.

So that's awesome.

And something that I'm not going to bother worrying about.


Accidentally Me said...

Oh boy...if those goes badly, it is definitely my fault. I can hear the bus backing up already!!!

A said...

Eh. I'm not all that concerned, really. If he gets mad about it, he's a tool - because it was the right thing to do. If she gets mad about it, nobody else is going to care.

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