always a bridesmaid...

this is getting a little ridiculous.

phone call last week from long-lost college friend which i failed to return. i assumed she was just calling to say "hi" (note correct use of quotation marks... blog to come about the heinously offensive misuse of apostrophes, i.e. "can's of coke"), as i'd recently sent her a "hey, remember me? yup, i'm still alive!" email. but really, fool me once. today the meaning in the message was all too clear: "hi it's your college roommate. call me." knowing all too well what was coming i slowly dialed the numbers... for all the talk about the popping of the proverbial question i don't think anyone sees it the way i do: "will you be a bridesmaid?"

in the spirit of my newfound optimism (don't laugh- just go with it) i'm trying to put a positive spin on this:

1) i'm now officially entitled to some well-deserved, "never a bride" self pity (as if my ex-boyfriends' engagements [note the plural] weren't enough)
2) it has to be some kind of compliment that so many people feel the need to stand me up
3) by the time it's actually my turn to do this i'll know a whole lot about weddings (and have a veritable bridal throng to fuss over me and throw me a damn good bachelorette party)

and finally...

4) fodder for my budding career in film... i've always felt that deep down i'm a film-maker, or, at very least, a film critic. the movies i make in my head aren't good, per se, but i think they'd sell. this movie will be a clever romantic comedy about a rather cute, witty girl (who's career as a film critic affords her a stylish, high-ceilinged apartment and an unbelievable fashion sense) who finds herself standing up in weddings over and over again thinking she'll never find love... until the adorable, independently wealthy pastry chef spills chocolate sauce all over her frilly bridesmaid's dress... or something like that... maybe someone with talent can actually direct the movie and i can just give it good reviews...