My Maid of Honor and I finished our hair and makeup a little early. Neither of us really got to eat lunch and wouldn’t get to eat again until the reception, so we went around the corner to a little cafe to grab a drink and a bite.

While we were there debating the merits of soup v. sandwich, we noticed a gaggle of teenage girls holding some t-shirts and chatting up the barista. And then they noticed me.

“Oh my god, are you getting MARRIED?” I think the tiara probably gave me away.

“Yes!”

“Will you sign our shirts?”

They were going to a Jonas Brothers concert and for some reason they needed special t-shirts (I know nothing about the Jonas Brothers except that they attract hordes of screaming teenyboppers). They had forgotten to bring t-shirts from home, so they had bought some plain white t-shirts and were walking around downtown, asking people to sign the shirts.

And so there are four t-shirts floating around somewhere on which my Maid of Honor and I signed “The Random Bridesmaid” and “The Random Bride.”