Catch Me if You Can

 So when I was in the amazingly beautiful wedding last weekend, I had the privilege of holding on to my dear friends bouquet while she had her hair touched up between events. 

I looked at my other friend as I held it. 

"I'm sending it vibes," I told her. 

"I'm letting it get to know me. Because when she throws it at the reception, I am going to catch it."

I'm NEVER that girl. The one that dives for it, knocking all others out of her way. I usually stand aside, and let the other desperate crazy ladies go for it, 

while I roll my eyes. 

But let's face it, friends. 

At 32, and extremely single, 

I am turning both desperate and crazy.  

I'll do whatever it takes, at this point. 

And if that includes some shoves while participating in a silly tradition, with absolutely no merit as to the results of said catching, so be it. 

It was time.

However, at the reception I discovered that there was NOT going to be a bouquet toss!! 

My friend had never enjoyed them at other weddings, and at 33 she believed she did not have to subject the rest of her single friends to such a spectacle. 

I fully supported her decision...

However...

I was READY! 

So, what did I do?  

I had my own bouquet toss. 

I mean, there the bouquet was just sitting innocently on a table next to the guest book. It was calling my name. 

After all, we had gotten to know each other earlier in the afternoon. 

So, just so we are all clear- 

I DID catch the bouquet.  

This is my year.