The Very Modern Bridezillas

After college, I ended up sharing an apartment with two girlfriends of mine, S and R. Both got engaged to their boyfriends in the first month of our six-month lease.

The next five months was wedding preparation hell as they plotted their big days. Our place was knee-high in wedding magazines, invitation samples and tulle. The chatter about dresses, guests and table arrangements was endless. I was living with two bridezillas. One of them even programmed the wedding march into her phone to use as a ring tone.

Although both were excited to be married, they were apparently not too concerned about (our current) domesticity. During this time, neither of them ever did the dishes, and I constantly found myself staring at a sink full of pans, cups and crusted plates.

I was planning on going away for a week, so I decided not to the dishes for once and see which of them would break down first. Not too shockingly, the dishes were still there when I got back at the end of the week.

At the end of the six months, I ended up moving out first, a little while later, I saw S and she confided that R never did the dishes. Their husbands are probably doing them now.