Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Dress me down.

This past weekend I went dress shopping with a friend for our upcoming formal. And I've decided there's one job that all the money in the world could not pay me to do. That would be consultant at a bridal shop.

We went in on Sat. and there were about 4 brides in the store, with about 8 bridesmaids each, all trying on about 5 different dresses. The line for the dressing rooms was about 2 1/2 hours long. Who should have known we needed an apt.

So we decide to go back at opening time on Sun. At noon, all 25 dressing rooms were full, and people were stalking us waiting to take over at the opportune moment. If you've never been to one of these stores, let me tell you, it's a trip. There are no mirrors in the rooms, but they are plastered all over the outside. So you try on the dress, and come out so the families of all the brides and bridesmaids can look you over and sneer to their compadres about what you're wearing and how long you're taking to try it on.

And our helper was nice, but you could tell she was disappointed that she was stuck with 2 people only getting formals, instead of a wedding party of 12. But alas, we got the dresses and escaped mostly unscathed. Now it's just the shoes, jewelry, and the date I need to find.