On Sunday afternoon, my little sister Lizz is marrying one of my best friends from high school, Pat. They've been together for 11 years, and are the kind of couple that looks alike, talks alike, and compliments each other in every way, giving me a touch of faith in this whole crazy love thing. I am pumped for the ceremony, which will be held in my favorite park in New York City, right under the Brooklyn Bridge. I am pumped that Pat will finally be my brother-in-law, a term I've used to describe him for years anyway. I am pumped for the reception, which will feature barbecue and cupcakes, and a "Celebrate Good Times"-free wedding dance mix created by yours truly. Heck, I'm even pumped to wear my bridesmaid dress. But there is just one little thing I'm dreading about Sunday: I have no date.
Honestly, it never occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to wrangle a member of the male species to go with me to one of the biggest events of my life. But after a bad breakup in February, IRead More »from Going To My Sisterâ€™s Wedding, Solo