What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult a grouchy old lady?

Maybe this is just another aspect of Eldest Daughter Syndrome, but I’m annoyed at family members who have provided little to no information about what to expect at a wedding we’re spending thousands of dollars to travel to next month.

Information that has not yet been provided:

Where is the wedding being held?

Is it inside or outside?

What should we wear?

What food will be served?

What’s happening the night before?

The only firm information I have is that there will be an “after party” at a bar in Brooklyn that runs til midnight and that children are not welcomed at any of it.

Harumpf.

Millennials!