Last night it was all about the dress. It was raining (again), or it had been raining, and there were giant puddles. The lovely bridesmaid, Maris, was leading me across a gravel lot to the chapel, and thought the dress would float over puddles. Instead it soaked up all of the water. I was irritated and demanded it be rung out. At the same time this was happening, the band (we don’t have a band) was playing The Little Mermaid songs and I was super happy about that, and kept telling everyone, “can you believe it? Little Mermaid! For me!” haha…
So, after the dress was sufficiently dried, it was all wrinkled to hell. Kamel kept coming into the get ready room and refusing to leave so no one could get dressed, and I was trapped hiding under the covers in my crazy wrinkled dress. He was making us late and there was absolutely nothing I could do to get him to leave.
Finally, I made it back to my parent’s hotel room where I tried to shower (without ruining my already done hair… talk about stress), and waited for the hotel to send someone up to steam the dress. I remember thinking “I’m totally going to eff this up,” but trying to roll with it anyway. And it occurred to me that “wow, I can really breath in this dress, this is mighty comfortable,” which is a total lie since currently the top part of the dress (in real life) is squeezing my boobs into what I refer to as “cruise cleavage” and crushing my rib cage so that I can’t take a full deep breath in. Who is a little nervous about passing out on the alter? This girl.Who did not feel the crushing weight of being stuffed into a wedding dress until she flew it all the way to Seattle, as a carry on? Me, right here.
Yet another wedding dream. This one felt more like I was watching everything happen to me, vs panicked that it was real. Although, watching my dress sink into puddles was pretty stressful, and Kamel being an obnoxious douche was infuriating. I wonder what will happen next? Where will dream wedding take me tomorrow?