I have a house guest this week. She is currently up at Friendship Heights looking for the appropriate outfit to wear to a wedding. As she departed for the stores, she let out a long sigh, and said,” I just don’t know what to buy.”
I asked the most obvious questions: Is it a morning, afternoon or evening wedding? Will it take place at a church or temple, bride’s family home or restored historic house, hotel or private club, beach or park?
Her response to both: “I don’t know.”
“Why not?” I said.
And then she explained, “Because I ate the wedding invitation.”
