Of all the ways to spend my evening after working all day, working on a wedding reception seating chart wouldn’t be my first choice.
But as a bridesmaid, when Becca texted me last night pleading for my event-planning expertise, I couldn’t say no. And as a human being with taste buds, when she lured me with the promise of splitting a veggie pizza while we work, I told her I’d be there. After spending longer than expected at my dermatologist appointment this morning, I sped over to Becca’s place, knowing that veggie pizza was just what the doctor ordered.
Not literally. Although I wish.
Now, as I’m standing in her kitchen staring at the nightmare on her table, I understand why the pizza was a necessary incentive. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was the work of some conspiracy theo
