Wedding season is officially upon us. My fridge is currently covered in invites and save the dates and little RSVP cards asking for dietary requirements that I, for some reason, like to send as close to the RSVP cut-off date as possible.
While all very different in design and colour palette, the invites do all have one thing in common; they are addressed to me, and me alone.
There was once a time when a plus one to a wedding was a given. For those single people, we had the opportunity to convince and bargain a friend with the lure of free alcohol and questionable dancing to join us for a night of fun and frivolity.
Alas, the idea of ‘plus one’ is dead and dying. For some reason people don’t enjoy having (and paying) for complete strangers to attend their wedding.
This whole plus one thing wouldn’t be an issue (normally), but you see, after 27 years of living the single life, I now have real life boyfriend who I enjoy the company of. I’m not exactly sure of the social etiquette of how long you need be with someone for them to be relevant enough to attend an event as serious as two people committing their lives to each other, but I kind of think it would be nice to have someone to go to a wedding with, seeing as we are in fact celebrating love and all that mushy stuff.