The minute the food poisoning stopped (and while I’m feeling better, I still don’t have much of an appetite) I was ravaged with a new, much more dangerous affliction….WEDDING FEVER. Dum dum de dum, dum dum de dum!

Disclaimer: I’ve not become a Bridget Jones/Charlotte from Sex and the City/some annoying girl you know who is obsessed with getting married. I promise.

But it’s happening. I guess it would eventually. Today in the mail I received the wedding invite of an old friend (which I can’t make) and a request to serve as “Groomsmaid” at another (I accept! I accept! Yaaaaaaay!). Then I looked around Facebook (which is so much nicer than Myspace you guys, significantly less porn and spam) and found that yet another high school friend got married, while several others are engaged. And then I looked at another friend’s wedding photos (beautiful!) which she posted online. Seriously. It was gorgeous. There was late night dancing, and cupcakes and their first dance as husband and wife was (dammit! I would have totally used this myself) to Ben Folds “The Luckiest.” Dreamy.

Whew. Wedding fever wears you out.

It’s crazy. It’s this HUGE important day in the lives of your friends and loved ones, how can you not help but get swept up in the excitement of it all? There’s just this really intense crackling of energy through the air, the thought that maybe you can find the right person to spend the rest of your life with! And you get to wear a dress! And eat cake! It’s like the perfect day!

So I’ll go to your wedding registries and send my congratulatory cards out. Just somebody find me the cure for this fever! It’s taking me over! (And if you say the cure to wedding fever is “baby fever” then you can just go to hell.)