Today, I ran around like a crazy person. I spent 3 hours looking for a dress for a wedding that I am in THIS SATURDAY. I'm the only attendant, the matron (read: old lady) of honor.
I spent 3 hours looking in mirrors and hating how I look.
I spent 3 hours covered in tummy sweat, boob sweat and mustache sweat. All while wearing spanx. I was very, very attractive, kinda what an old hot dog looks like sitting out in the sun on a buffet table at a barbecue.
Yes, that's exactly what I looked like.
First, at the mall, I dodged 10 associates trying to make me smell perfume or cologne. Why do they still do this? Did you know they wear regular clothes now? I was tricked, I thought the first lady was a friendly customer but instead she shoved a piece of paper doused in COLOGNE into my hands, which I carried around for so long that I got a headache and never did find a garbage can so I slid it into my back pocket which means the smell is stuck on me forever because you know how often I wash my jeans.
Also, did you know that at David's Bridal, they don't even have mirrors in their dressing rooms, so you have to GO OUT IN PUBLIC to look at yourself in the mirror? Torture. I think I'll write the company.
Dear Mr. David's Bridal,
I entered your store today, hoping to find a dress for a wedding I am in this Saturday. Yes, I know, it's very last minute, your associate acted like I was a lunatic. I shopped in your store and walked out feeling like crap. Why? Because for one, your size twelves are actually size eights, and that alone makes me want to punch you in the face. And secondly, you made me walk out into the center of the store so I could look into the mirror - without even knowing what I looked like. So, while parties were waiting for their brides to try on dresses in their mirror-less dressing rooms, they stared at me in a dress, that I couldn't zip, my legs are pasty white and the sweat all over my body made it look like I was in the middle of the boxing match. And sometimes, I felt like I was in the middle of a boxing match because some of your dresses are SO complicated. Once, I put my head through a sleeve and couldn't get it back off, another time I tried to pull a dress over my head to get it over my shoulders and the same dress I tried to pull up from the bottom but it wouldn't slide over my hips and it was a SIZE 12.
At one point, I honestly thought I was stuck in a dress forever, which would have been bad because it was half on my body and half off of my body, and I would not have been able to call Brian from my cell phone to come rescue me because my arms were sticking straight up in the air.
No lie.
I wonder, do you have video cameras inside your dressing rooms? Because if you do, I provided you with hours and hours of side splitting laughter. Perhaps consider serving margaritas and ho-hos and I could join you with the laughter. That would be grand.
And one more thing, there is no doubt that A MAN started this business. Because Dave, I kinda think you are a jerk. No offense.
Love,
The Sweaty, Pale, Size Ten, Old, Dressless Bridesmaid
The only good thing that happened during my shopping trip is that I thought I was being hit on by an older gentlemen, except he wound up being homeless and asked me for a quarter. I was kinda bummed. It felt a little like when you go to a restaurant and you get carded and you say something like "wow, thanks! I love being carded!" And the server responds with "I know, I'm sorry, I have to card everyone under 40."
Buzz kills all around.
Enough of this depressing fat girl dress talk, let's talk Father's Day...I have dusted off my good ol' review blog and decided to do some reviews once again. I have decided to become much more particular about items that I review - which means I will only review items that I would actually use or buy in my everyday life. So - head there, because I have a new fangled techie thing that I am reviewing and also? on Thursday, come back to that same review blog for a HUGE GIVEAWAY.