One of my dear friends got married last weekend. On TV. After a year-and-half of engagement with no progress made on the wedding planning (sounds familiar…), she and her fiance auditioned to have their wedding planned by a famous couple as part of new reality series. They got accepted, of course, because they are 100% adorable and awesome. And since I was one of the lucky bridesmaids, I got to spend the weekend in LA trying not to puke despite the 9000 cameras surrounding me at all times. Good times!
I had to sign something saying I wouldn’t talk about it or post pictures, and the guy who made me sign also ominously promised me that they had people ‘checking for this sort of thing’…and then he started joking about how I was now signing my life away and agreeing to name my first-born after him (too late, sucker!). At least I think he was joking. Apparently, if you shove a contract under my nose and a camera in my face, I’ll sign whatever you want without really reading the details.
So I have no idea what I’m allowed to say. And yes, I realize that makes this post pretty boring. The wedding was very last minute (planned in about a month—sheesh, things can move so much quicker for famous people!), and I spent the last two weeks in a panicked shopping frenzy because going from Loungey Sweatpants Mom to TV-Ready is 1) really hard, and 2)also impossible. High heels? What? I barely remember what those are. But the wedding was amazing, my bride-friend was gorgeous, I had crazy curly hair and fake eyelashes, and despite the open bar, I managed not to get so drunk that I took my top off. Although my dress was low-cut and cleavagey enough that it probably wouldn’t have made a difference. Hey America, check out my awesome rack! Coming soon to a cable channel reality show near you!