I think I might be the world's most horrible maid of honor.

Not in the "Look at me, look at me!" or "I think that could be done better" kind of way.

It's worse.

When my best friend, Chelsie, called me and left a voicemail telling me I had to call her back, I knew what the news would be immediately.

What hasn't been as quick to come around is my ability to assume my maid of honor duties.

According to Bridesmaid 101.com, I'm supposed to help her look at sites, choose invitations, shop for her dress, order and choose decorations and favors, help register for gifts, aid in the seating arrangement, host and plan the bridal shower (and bachelorette party!!!), keep track of the other bridesmaids, help during the rehearsal dinner, and field messages.

That's before the wedding even takes place.

And I haven't done a single thing.

"I think everything on that list is what I expected," she said of the list of my should-be duties. "I would love for you to be a part of it."

I know she's found the perfect dress, although she plans to keep looking, and she's explained what the bridesmaids dresses are supposed to look like. And I just found out she's changing the location of the wedding.

The only contribution I've made to her engagement so far is a picture we took where we're beaming at the camera and I'm trying to point at her engagement ring.

Except my finger is actually pointing to the knuckle on her ring finger.

But we took it again, and it came out. See, I can learn.

We met when we were about 6 years old, and as long as I can remember, she's been my best friend, so she had to know what she was getting when she bestowed this honor on me.

I'm afraid that when it comes to weddings, I'm hopeless. Even if my duties were less critical, I'd still fail miserably.

My friend Lea asked if I could give a speech about how she and her fiance got together. I told her if she could sit through my face turning a deep shade of red and constant stammering, I would try. Then I offered to work the reception table, and suggested we videotape another friend describing that special relationship.

Weddings just don't hold a warm and fuzzy place in my heart — yet. I wasn't the girl who grew up dreaming about what the perfect wedding would be like.

But when I sign my name as a witness to Chelsie's marriage, I know it will be a moment I will forever be grateful to be a part of.

At least I don't have to keep track of the rings. Oh, wait ... I do?

Reach Leila Wai at lwai@honoluluadvertiser.com.