
Written By: Bridezilla
It is Sunday evening, and I am at the house of a friend who is getting married in a few weeks. All around me, crazed women are rushing in and out of the bedroom, fussing and tugging at dresses and hemlines. We are trying on our bridesmaid dresses, with everyone zipping up and glancing at themselves in the mirror. Some look happy while others are regretting any extra eating since the measurements were taken. Unfortunately, I am in the latter group because my zipper is not moving past my hips.
One of the girls glances at me and makes a comment about how thin we used to be. I look at my hips and shrug. This particular dress makes my backside look like two baby elephants, but that is the least of my worries right now. I am too busy balancing my checkbook in my mind and making mental calculations on how much money I have spent on this wedding. So far, I have coughed out more money than people spend on entire weddings in Kenya.

There’s the money I have spent on the dress and the extra I will have to pay the tailor to adjust it for my expanding hips. Then there’s money spent on a pair of overpriced high heels and earrings.
Expensive
And I have not even mentioned the small fortune I will spend for this “destination wedding”, which will be held on a beach in California. The cost of flying from the Charletson area to the West coast? Just think of a ticket from Kenya to South Africa, give or take a few dollars. And do not get me started on the prices of the hotel rooms, gifts and other wedding-related activities.
In other words, I feel like a POW, a Prisoner of Wedding. I am exhausted just thinking about all the logistics going into these particular nuptials.
Memo to my friends: If you are altar-bound any time soon, try to forget you know me until after your wedding. Of course, I wish you the best and God speed. But do not send me an invitation. Let me use this space to assure you I will be with you in spirit, but I am going underground until all my pals get married.
Oh, how I miss those simple, straightforward weddings that came with no muss, no fuss. People just get together for a pre-wedding party, donate some cash and meet a few times, and the couple is ready to walk off into the sunset. That said brides are also going nd spending money like there is no tomorrow.

Attending some weddings requires the planning of a CIA agent and the bank account of Donald Trump. Some people opt to have weddings in faraway places on random weekdays, which requires juggling work schedules and trying to explain to your boss that no, you really are going to a wedding that is not on a weekend. My boss still thinks I am trying to dodge work. He got married during the good old days when weddings were simple Saturday affairs.
Sacrifices
I know what married people are thinking: It’s not mandatory ; so if you do not want to be a part of it, stay home. Everyone does have a choice on whether or not they want to be in a wedding. I could choose to decline the honor of being a bridesmaid and save a few bucks. But surely, if you turned down a buddy’s wedding, what good are you as a friend? Weddings and funerals are what people use to determine just who their friends are.
For brides, this is their special day, and with it comes the thrill and the stress of making it perfect. As a woman, I will try not to be judgmental and withhold any tirades against that day. On the other hand, I have the right to get horrified at how much money we are spending on our pals’ weddings.
That is why I have come up with a way to resolve this. I will continue attending weddings of very close friends. (Key word being “very close”). I will show up, dance and toast to your “happily ever after”. I will help spend both your money and my money, and continue enduring the humiliation of wearing the big puffy dress and the hooker-like heels. But here’s a disclaimer for everyone whose wedding I have attended: If I end up broke, I am camping at each of your houses in shifts.
Yeah, pals. Friendship is all about sacrifices.