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I have an excuse for my lack of blogging - I was out of town this month at two back to back weddings.  Big Daddy really drove the point home when I told him I was taking off several days - “Oh yeah everyone is getting married at your age.”  Way to rub it in.But I digress.  So the two weddings were both for school friends.  The first wedding was beautiful.  I went with a friend who was referred to as my siamese twin throughout law school.  I don’t know why people said that.  I mean just because we do not separate, I mean so what?  And then there were some other people I had not seen in a while.  So, it was a fun reunion.  I did it up like a usual wedding.  I got hammered, had a dance off, ate cake.  Unfortunately the dance off was not up to my usual caliber.  See, I excel at weddings - dance wise.  It is a cruel twist of fate.  But, I just go crazy.  This wedding, maybe it was the too much drink not enough food (it was the first non-Jewish wedding I attended and those are usually the reverse), but I was a sloppy dancer.  During the song “Apple Bottom Jeans” I was getting low, low, low, low, low, low, low and then too low because I fell on the floor.  I was outdanced by an ivy league grad which just added insult to injury.  But I guess he felt bad because he declared it a tie.  I do not know if the reason was due to the fact that we made out, but either way I retained my title of “Best Dancer.”  I was coincidentally “Best Dancer” in my law school, although the majority of my classmates could barely move so I am not sure what the title really means.Then, there was the second wedding.  The wedding was for a very dear friend and I was a bridesmaid.  It was an Indian wedding and perhaps the most beautiful wedding I have ever seen.  It was so colorful and fun with music and dancing and food and flowers and “Aunties” - it was amazing.  I got to play dress up even.  I wore the most amazing saris and lenghas (I think that is the correct usage).  Oh and fake eye lashes.  My outfit for the ceremony was white.  I felt like the bride.  That could have been due in part to the fact that I also got to stay in the bridal suite for the two of the three nights.  I was considering staying there the night of the wedding, but maybe I would have overstayed my welcome.  Just maybe. . .But what I will never forget about this wedding (and hopefully you are reading this from the beautiful beach honeymoon, or better yet when you get back), was how amazing the bride was.  I have been a bridesmaid twice before.  Both times were for my sisters.  My first experience was very uninvolved - I was in law school at the time and the other bridesmaids did all the work.  I was the maid of honor in name only.  Or at least I got the glory without doing the work.  Although I had to help my sister use the bathroom so the honor was in part earned.  My sister was a beautiful bride, but we are family and we know what matters on your wedding day - just you.  And the second bridesmaid experience, well I was a bridesmaid in name only and did not get much of the glory since many of the wedding guests did not in fact know the bride had a sister (me).  And she was even more believing of the family motto that its ALL about the bride.  Oh, and in both weddings I was the most rubenesque of the bridesmaids in black formfitting numbers.  Interestingly, there were pregnant bridesmaids both times and from the back I would think the guests thought I was the one with the bun in the oven (due to the junk in the trunk).  But, in this wedding, I got to wear a flowy outfit that covered all my bad parts and showed all the good.  I felt great.   And whats more, unlike my sisters, my friend did not seem to remember that all that matters is the bride.  To the contrary, she was telling me how great I looked in the outfit instead of the other way around (although I did tell her and she knew - she looked like a movie star, a bollywood one).  It was truly a wonderful wedding.And now I am back after the excitement and the short weeks.  I danced, I made out, I wore white on my - I mean my friend’s - wedding day.  Before walking into the office Monday morning I was three steps short of jumping into the river - I mean I don’t have any time off until Thanksgiving.  But then I remembered, the new season of my shows is starting and it took me away from the ledge.  So, I am back.  Whole new season of the Spinsta.  XOXO.

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