With my wedding two days away I am not really up for too much excitement. “It’s a tradition that you have something that resembles a bachelorette party. Mario, Drake, and Nicolas are taking Dominic out tonight so we are going to celebrate too,” she is radiating with purpose. I do not want to rain on her parade so I allow her to lead me to my minivan. The loud cheer that erupts from six ladies from behind the minivan nearly scares the crap out of me. We load up in the van as Sidney snatches the keys from my hand. “I am driving bride,” she informed me. Cassie leans forward in her seat and places a short white veil on my head. Another girl, Erin, one of Sidney’s friends places a bridal sash around my waist. I am laughing at my new attire as the van lurches toward Interstate 10. “Okay Sammie you have to select your name tag,” Briana, my cousin, said extending a brown bag my way. I reach inside feeling the paper of the nametags wondering why they are weirdly shaped.
