Bridal Shower Hell
I attended two bridal showers this weekend: one on Saturday and one on Sunday. The one on Saturday was so different from any shower experience I have ever had that I'm still reeling from it. In fact, I had dreams about showers last night. I dreamt I kept getting invitations to them and that all my weekends from now through the end of the year were filled with nothing but showers.
And why do they serve fattening food at bridal showers when inevitably the bride, the mothers and the entire bridal party are on diets?
The shower on Saturday was for friend of mine and I have had limited exposure to her family. I knew they were kind of messed up and white trashy but woo boy! At one point her uncle, a deadringer for a young Sam Elliott, came out into this backyard full of women sans shirt. All he had on were black jeans, black work boots and a cigarette stuck in the corner of his mouth. I was there half an hour before anyone offered me a drink and the appetizers were some ripped open bags of chips tossed on a table. Lunch was ok. No dessert. No favors. The shower was given by her aunts and what was really weird was that none of them bought her anything off her registries. They all got her picture frames and/or photo albums. No lie, if she got one picture frame she got 15. But for the most part my friend was happy and enjoyed herself so it was worth the hour drive to attend.
I'm sure this all sounds really judgmental but I can't help it. Any social event like this and my etiquette gene kicks into overdrive. I grew up with a mother that could put Emily Post to shame. When I got married, I had an engagement party, three bridal showers, a rehearsal dinner, a wedding ceremony and a reception all done absolutely by the book.
The shower on Sunday was more like what I'm used to and only three hours long. I ended up being half an hour late because I went to the golf club where the reception is going to be rather than to the country club where the shower was being held. D'oh! My mother-in-law and sister-in-law were waiting anxiously for me because I am more likely to be 30 minutes early than 30 minutes late. They called The Saint to see when I'd left the house and he was supremely unworried that I was late. He just assumed I got lost since I have no sense of direction.
Speaking of lost, I did get turned around trying to get home from Saturday's shower. I was on my cell phone with The Saint and trying to figure out how to get back to the highway. I heard him sigh then he said "Just do the opposite on your way back. If you turned right off Cicero onto 175th, then turn left off 175th to get back on Cicero." That's easy for him to say, he's not directionally challenged!
And despite two showers and a trip to my dad's this weekend, I did squeeze in time to walk. No easy feat believe me! So I'm giving myself today off.
And why do they serve fattening food at bridal showers when inevitably the bride, the mothers and the entire bridal party are on diets?
The shower on Saturday was for friend of mine and I have had limited exposure to her family. I knew they were kind of messed up and white trashy but woo boy! At one point her uncle, a deadringer for a young Sam Elliott, came out into this backyard full of women sans shirt. All he had on were black jeans, black work boots and a cigarette stuck in the corner of his mouth. I was there half an hour before anyone offered me a drink and the appetizers were some ripped open bags of chips tossed on a table. Lunch was ok. No dessert. No favors. The shower was given by her aunts and what was really weird was that none of them bought her anything off her registries. They all got her picture frames and/or photo albums. No lie, if she got one picture frame she got 15. But for the most part my friend was happy and enjoyed herself so it was worth the hour drive to attend.
I'm sure this all sounds really judgmental but I can't help it. Any social event like this and my etiquette gene kicks into overdrive. I grew up with a mother that could put Emily Post to shame. When I got married, I had an engagement party, three bridal showers, a rehearsal dinner, a wedding ceremony and a reception all done absolutely by the book.
The shower on Sunday was more like what I'm used to and only three hours long. I ended up being half an hour late because I went to the golf club where the reception is going to be rather than to the country club where the shower was being held. D'oh! My mother-in-law and sister-in-law were waiting anxiously for me because I am more likely to be 30 minutes early than 30 minutes late. They called The Saint to see when I'd left the house and he was supremely unworried that I was late. He just assumed I got lost since I have no sense of direction.
Speaking of lost, I did get turned around trying to get home from Saturday's shower. I was on my cell phone with The Saint and trying to figure out how to get back to the highway. I heard him sigh then he said "Just do the opposite on your way back. If you turned right off Cicero onto 175th, then turn left off 175th to get back on Cicero." That's easy for him to say, he's not directionally challenged!
And despite two showers and a trip to my dad's this weekend, I did squeeze in time to walk. No easy feat believe me! So I'm giving myself today off.
posted by Nichole @ 5:37 AM
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