#26 Be a Bridesmaid
Rory: Oh, I printed up some sample invitations for you. I made them on my computer.
Rory: All you have to do is pick out a quote for the front page, and I’ll print them up.
Lorelai: Okay. Um “What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.” Ugh.
Rory: Sinclair Lewis.
Lorelai: Sinclair Sappy Lewis.
Rory: Fine, next.
Lorelai: “And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! Hark! A deep sound strikes like a rising knell!” What is it with poetry?
Rory: Lord Byron.
Lorelai: Byron and Lewis, together again.
Rory: Okay, last one.
Lorelai: “We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty.” Perfect!
Rory: Mussolini it is.
There are girls who have been dreaming about their wedding for most of their lives. They have an image of what they’re going to wear. They know which music they’re going to play when walking the aisle, who they would invite and which cake they’re going to serve.
I’ve never been one of these girls. I’ve never passed a bridal boutique and imagined myself wearing one of the dresses (reason for #39 on my bucket list). I’m not getting excited before a royal wedding. I don’t enjoy watching TV shows such as Married at First Sight or Say Yes to the Dress (apart from that one time when I was channel surfing with my roommate & we realised Emmet Kirwan was the narrator of Don’t Tell the Bride).
I’m not saying I don’t like weddings at all. I just can’t remember a time in my life when I seriously dreamed of getting married. Like every girl, of course I used to have a back-up-husband-to-be during my teens & several celebrities I wouldn’t mind calling husband. 😉
Actually, you could have probably described me as kind of cynical, until, about 1 year ago, one of my best friends, Ronja, got engaged to her long-time boyfriend, Michael.
Ronja and me are pretty similar and very different at the same time. We met at an improv festival when I – a secret fan of her music – overheard her talking about an upcoming song release. It took another year before we became friends, at the final party of that same festival. And of course, like every good girl-friendship, it all started with a guy… She knows about every crush I had in the last three years, my secret fears, my worst styling choices, my positive and negative characteristics, and why moving to Dublin became my #1.
Anyway, one of my Lanes was getting married, and – knowing her – it promised to be perfect!
From time to time, I was really sorry I lived in Dublin and couldn’t really be part of the organisation. Yes, I was with her buying the dress. Yes, I came to Germany for the bachelorette party. And of course, I flew over for the wedding. But apart from that I was just another one of her 1,468 Instagram followers waiting for daily updates, because we were just too busy to call each other or even chat on a regular basis. 😅
Believe it or not, she still chose me as one of her bridesmaids ❤️ (yes! That’s #26 on my bucket list)!
I won’t describe the wedding itself in many words. It might sound crazy, but I think some things are just too precious for simple words. I may be able to recount it one day in a different genre – something fictional like a novel that leaves room for interpretation and a chance to catch some of the atmosphere.
I’ll just tell you that she looked gorgeous, that almost everybody was moved to tears, and that it felt like a dream – even more after I came back to the location the next day and found it lifeless and cold without the decorations (reminder to reread this scene from Percival).
Thanks Ronja, for giving me a wedding to dream about! I’m honoured to be your bridesmaid, and part of your life. Love you! ❤️❤️❤️