Here's a tricky etiquette question:
You receive a wedding shower invitation and a "hold-the-date" for a wedding..from a woman whom you have never met, who briefly worked with your husband several years ago. Unless her husband saved this woman's life through a well-timed Heimlich Maneuver or CPR, why are you getting an invite to the nuptials?
Ahhh...cast a wide gift net. So many people just get invitations, say, "Meh," and send some Corningware® or a Keurig coffee machine, those little K-cup deals that work so well for two months and then just make gagging, grinding noises when all you want is an honest cup of mocha java.
BUT there is an alternative! Here's how it works. You buy the gift and send it along via ME! I'm looking for a steady source of retirement income, and surely a well-paying job as Wedding Guest Stand-In would do me well. I have a nice pinstripe suit, some shirts and ties, and I'll even find a pair of dark socks to wear in place of my customary crimson footwear.
In return, I will take along ZipLoc bags so I can bring you some Lobster Newburg. I will shout out "Nice pull!" when the groom toasts the bride. And I will lift up the centerpiece, look underneath and claim that it has my seat number written on a little label, thereby entitling me to take it home.
I don't enter this profession without a background. I love weddings, I love love, I love the church part even when everyone oooohs and aaaaaahs, and then I love piling back into the Biscayne and driving over to the conception. What better way to wile away a Saturday than to hear the DJ croon,"And now...making their first appearance as husband and wife...will you please give it up for Dickie and Dixie Normus!!!!!!!!!!!"
And while all this is going on, I'm sizing up the fruit table or the giant lasagna, as it sits bubbling away.
And I can Chicken Dance like nobody's business. Snap snap snap snap!
I had that buddy Johnny years ago who made a Saturday habit of putting on his sports jacket and tie and showing up at receptions, blending in after everyone was seated for the main meal, showing up in time to scarf up chow and guzzle free suds. If anyone asked who he was, he would just reply that he was an old friend of the bride. Or groom. His great gift was his ability to look nondescript. He just blended right on in. I think a lot of that was owing to his sport jacket being the exact color of Lobster Newburg.
Wedding season is coming up; please contact me soon and arrange to stay home while people whom you don't even know, and/or like very much, get married. Let Mr Guest be there for you!