When my sister got engaged, she decided to have her friend Jackie be her maid of honor. If it weren't for Jackie, she and Joe never would have met, so I was okay with that. Well, unfortunately, a week after Sarah and Joe got engaged, Jackie died in a car crash. Instead of asking me (you know, because I'm like her sister and stuff) to be her maid of honor, my sister picked her "friend" Ruthanne.
Now Sarah and Ruthanne have know each other since high school, but they hadn't spoken in almost 6 months at this point. I was pretty pissed off, as was my Dad. He was pissed to the point that she's not getting any extra money to pay for the wedding from him, but I digress.
Ruthanne is a nurse at Einstein, works the night shift and makes 3 times as much as anybody else in the bridal party. Unfortunately, she's also taking everything upon herself, because, "Everybody has work when I don't". Well that's not our fault, Ruthanne. We left work on our lunchbreaks to go look at halls for the shower. We told you what she'd like and what was propper, etc, and you went over our heads to the most expensive place you could find because YOU could afford it.
Each bridesmaid had to give her $50 back in April and another $150 by the first of June. That's $200 each and there's 6 bridesmaids. That's $1,200. If there's more that 40 people coming, we have to give her more the day of the shower. Even with the gift included, who the hell spends $1,200 on a bridal shower?
Ruthanne decided that our gift for the shower would be a gift certificate to Ceasar's Pocono resort. Well without telling us, she actually had the audacity to put into the shower invitations that gift certificates for Ceasar's would be appreciated. First off, that's fucking rude. Secondly, jiggawut? That's what we're getting her. Well apparently, she also decided that instead of the gift certificate, we were going to get her assorted wedding things like garters and the ring bearer's pillow and what not. God help her if she gets anything the Mom's supposed to get like the purse or the hanky or the nightie. My Mother already wants to rip her eyes out.
Everytime there's a problem with anything, she's on the phone to Sarah. My sister has been in tears about this and isn't even having fun planning her own wedding because of this. The job of the maid of honor is to make sure the bride doesn't have to deal with shit like this.
On top of all of this, she told me to plan the bachelorette, which I'm working on and somehow got it into her head that we would have a limo. Ummm, what limo?
I called the other girls in the wedding and they also think that Ruthanne is out of her mind. We just don't have the money for it.( Here are the limo emails )