At the age of 25, I woke up in a hotel room with the realization I was about to walk down my eighth aisle and zip on my eighth polyester dress. All my friends married young — way before I was able to successfully land a third date. (But enough about my personal dating life.) Let’s get back to that hotel room.
To my left was a crying bride. Her wedding dress didn’t fit, she had a headache that wouldn’t go away and was getting cold feet. To my right was a bridesmaid. She was shaking uncontrollably, mouthing to me that she lost her bridesmaid dress. I jumped out of bed, ran downstairs, and within 30 minutes, came back with the missing bridesmaid dress in one hand and just the right kind of cures for a jittery bride in the other — a cup of decaf green tea, a freshly-chilled fruit platter and a bottle of Advil.
That’s when, in unison, the bride and bridesmaid said to me: “Jen, you are a professional bridesmaid.”
I loved being a bridesmaid, but even more than that, I was good at it. Some people take Strengths Finder assessment tests to discover the career they should have based on skills they excel at. I had my skills staring right in front of me, oftentimes disguised as a bridesmaid dress and a pair of blister-inducing heels. So I decided to create a job for myself. I started a business called Bridesmaid for Hire in June 2014.
Strangers from all over the world pay me to be a bridesmaid for them on their wedding day.
There’s no textbook or internship to prepare for a job like this. I’ve learned what I need to know the hard way, by becoming, at times, a bodyguard for brides when they are worried about unexpected wedding crashers. I even found myself as an on-call-therapist when the bride-to-be woke up in the middle of the night having an anxiety attack over a nightmare involving kale at the reception instead of romaine lettuce!
I’m their go-to gal pal for things they don’t even know are going wrong during their wedding, which leaves me front row center for some pretty memorable challenges.
I’ll never forget the time I worked a wedding in an open field in Nevada. Right before the ceremony, I noticed animal droppings up and down the grassy aisle. I had two choices. I could leave the poop there and watch the bride walk her Manolo Blahniks right into it and have her dress go from being the shit to being shit-stained or I could pick it up with my bare mitts. Let’s just say I should probably go wash my hands again. Let’s keep that just between us girls.
In the meantime, remember, you can turn anything into a paying job, if you put your mind and your collection of polyester dresses to work.
15 Works of ART that will motivate you to get your life together PRONTO!
The internet is filled with motivational quotes aimed to inspire people to get off their phone and live their best life! If only double-tapping an inspirational quote on Insta would actually prompt due action to get the success you know you deserve, then everyone would be as rich and happy as Bob Saget.
Graphic design king Jeff Cole realized inspirational memes won’t do shit for your success unless their design is dope and their message doesn’t disappear after looking away from your phone. The vision needs to be a reminder in constant view. Right in front of your face. On your wall. Cole’s online canvas art company, Ikonick, has a collection of unique images that will likely give you the push you need to stop wanting a better life and commence action.(Better than the Weekend has three pieces hanging in the office.)
Here’s some that you may want to add to your wall.
You Can’t Deposit Excuses ATM
Ingredient For Success & Success Marks The Spot
No Risk. No Reward.
Mind Of A Hustler. Heart Of A King.
Remember Why You Started
Leave Your Excuses At The Door
The entire collection can be viewed on ikonick.com or Instagram @ikonick.
Now go follow us on Instagram @betterthantheweekend. And then go call your mom and tell her you love her.
Vintage Frat Is the Life of the Party on Instagram Right Now, Possibly Forever
Gone are the days of moms and dads knocking on wood that social media didn’t exist when they were young, dumb and figuring out the world. Remnants of debauchery from past generations are resurfacing on @vintagefrat, an Instagram account paying homage to legendary fraternity throwbacks.
Here’s some of the of the most lit pics from Vintage Fraternity. (Warning: You may see your mom or dad.)
“Hello Ladies, welcome to pledgeship. I’ll be your guide.”
Saturday’s are for the Brothers.
Take a moment to respect the most legendary composite of all time.
Daytona Beach ’89 was wild. #AskYourDad
There was always that one Brother who understood the meaning of life.
Here’s why your dad’s friends call him Superman.
And here’s when your dad met your mom.
Reminding the children of the future that House Hounds need to be the focus of every fraternity house.
And here’s a reminder that Benny the Beaver was probably with your girl.
Tribute to the Brother who didn’t even attend one class all semester.
Classic Spring Break transportation.
Sure, Greek Life has it’s fair share of wild times.
But @vintagefrat is a solid reminder that Greek Life is also a resume builder, putting students in positions that prepare them for the future.
Mainly, Greek Life is about togetherness. #NeverForget #AskYourDad
Go follow @vintagefrat on Instagram and then follow @betterthantheweekend.
Why University of Scranton Is the Perfect Place to Find a Husband
I’m a senior at The University of Scranton in Scranton, Pennsylvania. I’m here to tell you why my school is the perfect place to find a husband.
From the day I arrived as a freshman in search of a degree and a good time, I was told I should also search for a husband here by upperclassmen who were taking courses toward their ‘MRS’ degree. (That’s Mrs., a.k.a. a master’s degree in finding a man.) Oh, they exist. If they haven’t landed a man by the fall semester of their senior year, they’re adding extra credit hours in getting a ring by spring.
It’s not like I can blame them. I acknowledge that there’s certainly some good looking guys at this school — it’s hard not to.
But I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of my life with one. You see, there’s a distinct type of guy that typically goes to this school. They’re the epitome of a rich, preppy white guy.
They tuck in their pastel button-down shirts and sport a pair of loafers to hit the bar scene on a Friday night. Their idea of dressing down is wearing a $42 plain-white Vineyard Vine T-Shirt. They dress like a middle-aged, balding, career-crazed father of three.
Oh, and they drink like one, too. They basically look and act like a stereotypical man in their 40s who is unhappy with his wife, life, and needs to binge-drink, binge-smoke and binge-fuck his way out of jumping out of the top floor of the Wall Street skyscraper he works in.
Meanwhile, all I want is a cute guy who takes his schoolwork seriously, has a little height on me and wants to eat chicken wings off my curvy bottom.
But my options seem to be limited to college boys who look like they’re trying to impersonate their fathers.
I guess the girls who told me The University of Scranton is the perfect place to find a husband were right. I just didn’t know they looked like a 42-year-old alumni’s husband.
I guess my only chance at getting a ring by spring is if one of them saves the dad-look for when they actually work on Wall Street. But I’m cool enjoying my senior year with my friends. My philosophy in life is that everything happens for a reason and plans are a waste of time.
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