Maid Of Honor @ MindSay 
Maid of Honor 2 times in 1 year lol Lets see if I can beat my dad's record(he's been the best man, 8 times) , I've got an early jump on him, he started in his 30's lol This is like the dresses my bridesmaids would wear if I ever got married.
Here's the actual color:
Here are the details:
If only I were that flat chested though...I own a few bodices like this one, they're victorian overbust. And I definately have a cleavage issue. Even more so, if I'm walking with the person I think I'm walking with, some one may get hurt. They may want to rethink making me carry around that parisol umbrella deal. Might shove it up Carrie's ass...
Yeah...so...my bank account already hates me...thankfully, my mom said she'll fork over half of the price for the dress ($695) and shipping...which will probably be an extrordinary amount...seeing as it will be made all the way on the other side of the fucking world. I'm expected to pay it back, which is fine. I would without being asked since I hate borrowing money. But I can't really complain...it's my fault my sister saw the site...which is based in AUSTRALIA...so...yes...this is my fault. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot...or in my case, the wallet.
Sunday I found myself following my traditional-routine-when-there-is-nothing-planned-for-that-day. Ahh. Such luxury.
I was wrapped in a jacket (experience has taught me the AC in this place is particularly fierce), curled up in a wooden booth, the friendly cashier having startled me out of my inner world to clean away my dish, when this song came on.
I happened to be in the middle of this book.
It made me giggle. [I would have actually laughed, but I respected the families/couples having their Sunday dinner around me. Besides, I get enough odd looks as it is].
Perhaps it is a sign?
But this will be my last traditional-routine-when-there-aren't-any-plans for awhile. My weekends are gradually being booked.
Which reminds me -- my newly married friend and her husband are having a house-warming party the weekend after next. I am unable to go, but I must ring her up and ask if there's another weekend that will work. I'm happy for my busy schedule. It means that I'll be able to enjoy just her instead of also having to be polite to the rest of the family (her sister-in-law and sister-in-law's husband are having their house-warming on the same weekend. They, in fact, are moving into the same neighborhood. Five houses down).
For the first time in my life (at least that I'm aware of), there are some people who dislike me for just being me. Even though I'm aware of the cattiness of women, it wasn't until the wedding that I truly understood how catty we can be -- when my friend's mother-in-law and sister-in-law were all sweetness'n'light to my face, yet I just knew they disliked me.
Why? Because my friend chose me instead of the sister to be Maid of Honor. A sister she'd only met once, I add, whereas we've been good friends for nigh-on a dozen years. Not to mention that we have a standing joke that if she leaves her new husband, we all know who she'll marry. Yeah, me. It's funny, especially when you know us (she's conservative Catholic, I'm peppy Protestant -- not to mention that we're both straight).
Then again, I was surprised people didn't assume I was a lesbian (maybe they did?), because apparently the one question a Maid of Honor is asked by random strangers at all wedding festivities (after the introductory "so how do you know the bride?"), is "so are you married/engaged/seeing someone" or various forms of "will you be next down the aisle?"
It went beyond annoying after the first dozen times, to highly amusing after the second dozen. Especially when the next question was typically, "so what do you do?" It wasn't until the other bridesmaid pointed out the inflection of the last word that it began to amuse. Especially since the other bridesmaid didn't get the first question, and scared off all others by the second (having recently graduated with a master's in international security).
Maybe that's why I've ended up chuckling my way through the aforementioned book, finding there, between the covers, a wonderful description of who I am and how I function.
Or not. Maybe I'm just weird.
I did give myself an extra twenty minutes of sleep this morning, plus two hearty cups of tea, in order that I will be alert enough to enjoy tonight's late-night margaritas and taquitos.
Yeah, baby. It's Thursday.
Oh. Yeah. I didn't actually get asked the title question, but we now have a running joke about it, especially since it seemed the mother-of-the-groom believed that every single person "past a certain age" (18, I'm thinking) might be called to the priesthood/nunnery. Except her daughter, of course -- she wants grandchildren. But yes, she did ask her son if wasn't sure he wasn't meant to be a priest -- after he told her he was engaged to my friend. And you wonder why we don't exactly get along?
so i've crossed over to the dark side.
not on purpose of course. but it happened i don't know when
and i don't know hot but yesterday i talked about weddings.
and not just simple talk like "oh i hate weddings"
nope while talking to my friend I told her that if i ever get
married she would be my maid of honor. Then we went in to full blown discriptions
of how our weddings would be
sure the plans included pirates michael jackson, one white glove and parrots
and yes we were joking around but still, i'm afraid that the wedding bug as gotten to me.
next thing you know my blog entries will be about the perfect length for wedding vails
and how to look you best on the big day.. Oh God..
ahh got to go before i think to much
peace
