Dear Sister: Prepare for Defeat

Only one will win

My triplet sister is getting married at the end of next June, and my other triplet and I are co-chairing the maid of honor. Neither of my sisters realizes that this kind of sharing is impossible. There can be only one maid of honor. The other one is just “nice sister.” Therefore, I’m viewing the entire affair as a competition to see who can be the best maid of honor, where the greatest contestant will win the title at the end of the wedding and strip the other contender of all honors. It will be a heartwarming ceremony for all who attend, especially the victorious bridesmaid.

By way of good sportsmanship, I have drawn up a list of the reasons I will make a formidable challenger in this competition. May the best sister prevail.

1. I have literally nothing else to do once I get back from Egypt in May. While my opponent is busy reviewing flash cards, I’ll be yelling at the caterers and handling all phone, email, and material communication regarding the wedding for the bride. My level of availability is unbeatable.

2. As a special service to the bride-to-be, I will be live-blogging and live-tweeting the entire wedding. People usually pay thousands for this kind of coverage, a fee I’m willing to forgo, and the publicity could even result in our entire family or just me becoming famous. No one else is willing to invade my family’s privacy as much as I am.

3. Having spent roughly 6 years studying Arabic, or should I say preparing for my sister’s wedding, I am ready to use these language skills during the ceremony in a number of ways. I could deliver of my speech completely in formal Arabic, recite a few verses from the Qur’an and/or the Arabic Bible at any point during the service in conservative Oklahoma, or translate the wedding invitations and bulletins into Arabic. My Arabic skills know no comparison (to anyone in our family and friend circle).

4. I am willing to put myself into extreme amounts of personal discomfort in order to help my sister through the wedding process; I can thrive on trivial amounts of sleep and peanut butter for months at a time provided there is an unlimited supply of Nescafe Gold. I will punish myself for my sister’s happiness.

5. As a public speaker of average talents with a great passion for being the center of attention, I promise to limit the length of my speech to 20 minutes, no more than half of which will be in Arabic. Furthermore, I pledge to put on fake accents throughout the speech, including the two I can do okay—Slavic and British—and a host of others of which I know only a phrase or two. My other sister’s speech will not be nearly as memorable.

6. Since I attended a secular school for my undergraduate degree, I have more experience in both drinking as well as getting my groove on in public and private spaces. To that end, I will make sure that everyone knows there will be no alcohol at the wedding and that they’d do best to get smashed beforehand. I will also be in charge of keeping a good vibe going on the dance floor. No wedding in Oklahoma has seen hedonism like this.

After seeing these qualifications, I wouldn’t be completely surprised if my other sister doesn’t drop out of the competition. If she’s foolish enough to remain, I look forward to the thrill of a drawn-out competition that will slowly tear our family apart.

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15 thoughts on “Dear Sister: Prepare for Defeat

  1. tedstrutz says:

    I can’t believe I missed it either! I’m sure the other sister didn’t stand a chance.

  2. djindc says:

    Can’t believe I missed this last year, Arabic bible verses all the rage in OK

  3. […] home I went to Oklahoma, where I co-delivered a knock-out speech at my sister’s wedding, and then moved to San Francisco in order to follow my dreams, which were […]

  4. El Guapo says:

    Based on 1, 2, 4 and 6, I have to ask:
    Are you a Kardashian?

    • edrevets says:

      The question is appreciated and not unprecedented. Though not a Kardashian, my sisters and I have always aspired to achieve similar levels of dysfunction. It remains a goal.

  5. Mom says:

    That this be’s a hearty challenge is sure as the rise o’ the tide, but who be’s the better Buccaneer? I’ll wager a handfull o’doubloon’s the cheeky lass’l surpass yon hearty mate in fey parlay and is driven as a Nor’easter to see a whale’s tail in the lookin’ glass.

  6. Good luck — I’ll be rooting for you.

    P.S. For a small fee I will ghost-compose a song for your sister under your name.

  7. mom says:

    Don’t feel too smug…Kathryn has been taking dance classes 5 nights a week; started working as a caterer on weekend shall I go on?

  8. Jake says:

    ba ha ha ha. This is why I adore you. Thanks for the laughs =)

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