Wacky Wedding, Part 2

I went dress shopping on Saturday, with my good friend Ryan who is also getting married next year.  The people at the bridal shop didn’t know what to do:  “You’re BOTH getting married?  And you BOTH want to try on dresses?  Oh….”  Maybe they’re not used to the lack of bridezilla-ness we were both showing.

I tried on dresses first, mainly because I got there first.  Here’s the criteria I gave to the bridal people: halter dress made out of chiffon or silk or charmeuse satin or jersey (fabrics that flow and drape), no train, simple.  Here’s what they gave me: seven dresses with trains, three made out of bridal (read: very stiff and heavy)  satin, two halter, all with sequins and rhinestones and other glittery things that are not simple.  Thank goodness I was only interested in looking and not buying.

I didn’t need a lot of help getting into the dresses — you know, people lacing me up and everything.  However, every time I came out of the dressing room and stood in front of their big mirrors, another bride (not Ryan) in there glared at me.  It didn’t matter that she looked like a million bucks in the dresses she was trying on, or that she had six family members and three bridal store employees helping her, or that I complimented her on two dresses that looked amazing.  Nope, she glared.  Maybe it was because I was fast at getting in and out of dresses.  More likely it was because I was skinnier than her, which is sad.  There’s no need to glare when you’re supposed to be happy and finding a dress that looks good and makes you feel good.  Why do weddings bring out the weirdest traits in people?

Follow my progress as I chronicle the weird things that happen around this wedding with the Wacky Wedding series: part 1.