More pictures from Nicole’s wedding, all of which I stole from one BFF, .

Some moments are so great to capture:

If a picture summed up Nicole:

I liked this picture because Tom looked like a little angel:

My boyfriend, on the other hand…

Jody, Jess, and I, Pre-bouquet toss:

Sidenote on Bouquet Tossing: Let me preface this by saying that I think the tradition of the bouquet toss at the wedding is a beautiful one. [long ago, it was believed that certain herbs contained in a bouquet held good luck, and it was customary for the bride to present it to a special guest at the wedding.]  That said, I avoid that jettisoned bouquet like the plague.

When I was at Damon’s cousin’s wedding, I was able to sneak out into the lobby with my  free chardonnay. I peeked around the corner to see various married family members mouth words to each other: “Where is she? Where’s Jenn?” And then I chuckled. Because I was drunk.

Anyway.  Here’s what kind of creeps me out about the whole thing. It isolates the single women into a nice little holding tank on the dance floor, as if to say: “See this spectacle you’ve witnessed today? You want that too, right? Well, you should. If you don’t, you are an anti-marriage femi-nazi. Catch this, monkey!”

Your demeanor while waiting for The Toss can be loaded with implications.  Should we look like we want it, just for the sake of competition amongst females? Because I know if I catch the damn thing, that’s gonna be a long, awkward ride home. And yet — if you are uber-aggressive, you seem beyond desperate.

That’s why all bouquets should be caught by the bride’s five-year-old niece, whom nobody can heckle.

More recently, I have participated in my friends’ decisions to uphold wedding traditions. It’s the supportive thing to do.

However: this is funny.