Carrie Bradshaw and Wedding Bells

My best friend is engaged. I know, I am supposed to be off the wall with enthusiasm. And, I am, sort of. The timeline is short- and for a logistics obsessed project manager/event planner/ hopeless romantic like myself- it’s a disaster.

The engagement party is in 2 weeks. Hopefully no one else RSVP’s because my reservation is dangerously close to being over with 5 people who have yet to respond to the evite. The wedding is in September in New York City which is a long way from Atlanta – where I am a know it all on all the adorable eateries.

As the maid of honor, I am trying my best to arrange brunch and cupcakes or help with the selection of something old and something new. But everything is moving so fast. I can’t channel my inner Carrie Bradshaw quickly enough to contribute to the special moment in the way that I feel every woman deserves.

One thing remains the same. I am a sucker for love and happiness. I have already looked up post wedding brunch spots and criticized whether it’s appropriate for the personality of the young couple. It is my first attempt to let the stress go and plan for great memories.