by Anna Lane
Welcome to Wedding Guest Wednesday, an occasional feature in which Solo-ish explores the joys and woes of attending other people’s weddings. Because it’s not all about the happy couple — it’s a big day for guests as well.
Every year, usually coinciding with the blooming of the jacaranda trees, wedding invitations begin to arrive in my mailbox. The hand-lettered envelope is always addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Lane, despite the fact that it’s virtually guaranteed that I will be attending alone.
I’m not the typical single guest one finds at a wedding.
First of all, I’m married. Second, I actually prefer going alone. Judging by the plot lines of dozens of romantic comedies, one would assume that attending a wedding without a date is every woman’s worst nightmare. While I can understand the value of this as a story arc, I believe that attending a wedding solo is far superior to going with a date, even one to whom I’m married. [Read more at WashingtonPost.com]