Venting

I'm in Tucson for my best friend's wedding. I'm the maid of honor and haven't been a very good one because: a) I live 1,000 miles away; and b) her sister and nieces have just rushed in wanting to do all those maid-of-honor type things so, I just let them rather than look like a pushy bitch. She's only asked me to do one thing -- research info on caterers and I did that very well . . . especially given the fact that she asked me six weeks before the wedding so I had to find caterers and find caterers willing to do it in that short time frame and for their extremely limited budget (they wanted to spend $10 to $13 per person - most caterers are looking at $50 to $100 per person). Not only did I find one but I found one whose food the bride really liked and I got her a really good deal

That all said . . .

The wedding is on Saturday so I flew in early, on Tuesday, to help her with WHATEVER she needs to be done to prepare -- they're doing this as low-budget as possible so lots of manual stuff like their own flower arrangements, etc.  My husband couldn't come until Friday and I let her know, repeatedly, that I am 100% here to help but that on Friday afternoon I would have to go pick him up at the airport. No problem.

I arrived on Tuesday and she wasn't ready to go over what needed to be done so we went to dinner and I went to my hotel.

We were supposed to meet on Wednesday at 10:00 a.m. to go over what needed to be done and get doing stuff and she called me to say that she was going to the ER for a yeast infection and would call me later. She called me around noon and asked that I pick her up from the ER (her fiance dropped her off and then headed down to the wedding site, which is 100 miles away, to do some work) which I was glad to do. I took her to the pharmacy but they were closed for lunch so I took her home. Her sister and nieces were there so we talked about things that needed to be done and she gave us a list of things which still needed to be shopped for. The sister/nieces and I then left to go to Target (the sister/nieces only rented one car for six people (including husbands and children) so when the male members needed a car, they were stuck without one so I was the driver) where I was given the job of getting her prescription filled and the sister/nieces went to start on the shopping list.

I got the prescription and then had to run it back to her and then back to Target to pick up the sister/nieces. We then went to a couple other stores to get a few more things and then called the bride but she said she didn't feel like going out to the next store (which she had said she didn't want us to go to without her) so we all decided to go to dinner.

We went to dinner and halfway through the bride called and said that she was up and going to the Party store by herself. Works for me.

Thursday was already scheduled as her bachelorette day so we headed to a spa, had lunch at a fabulous restaurant, and then later in the evening a pleasure party. During this entire time, we they (the bride and the sister/nieces) didn't want to talk about what remained to be done, logistics, etc., which I understood -- it was supposed to be a day of relaxation and fun for her.  However, we agreed that we WOULD talk about them after the lunch but before the party. They talked about it over and over, I offered some ideas for solutions, etc., but they couldn't make a decision so . . . I just let it go.

They finally decided that the best solution would be for my husband and me to rent a second car so he could just get himself to the hotel from the airport and do what he needed to do which, I agreed was ONE option but, it would make more sense for the sister/nieces to rent a second car (since there are six of them with husbands and children) and they are always getting stuck cuz of differing needs -- e.g., men need to go get X; women then without a car. They still couldn't decide so we let it go.

They just called me and said that they have decided that the best thing to do is load up my car with everything that needs to be taken to the wedding site so we (bride and sister/nieces) can get down there and set everything up that needs to be done this afternoon. And, because they don't think they're going to be ready to go until later this afternoon, I won't be back in time to pick up my husband so he's going to have to find his own way from the airport -- e.g., rent a second car; take a shuttle; or a cab.

So . . . am I wrong for being irked? They KNEW that was the ONE thing I wanted to do -- go get him at the airport -- and they have pretty much just wasted two days (Tuesday and Wednesday) doing nothing cuz they're procrastinators (and, admitted ones) and now, my singular plan is hosed cuz they want me to do this.

I realize that she's the bride and that she's frazzled, etc., but . . . come on, now. Am I wrong?

Not The Expected Reaction

I was at a pleasure/bachelorette party last night and they were showing various restraints that they had and . . . I was looking at that and the only thing that I could think of was . . . if I had my husband tied up, on the bed, my first instinct wouldn't be to pleasure him, it would probably be to hurt him.

Perhaps married life isn't for me?