Monday, August 13, 2012

When Life Imitates Reality TV

my sister recently got engaged and chose me to be one of her bridesmaids. this will be the second time i’ll be a bridesmaid. i don’t think i’ll end up with 27 dresses... at least i hope not.

due to some schedule conflicts certain things have to be done right now, like dress shopping. my sister and i looked over styles, colors, and materials. she decided on one but then her fiancĂ© said he liked another. it’s easy to like something when you don’t have to wear it.

the next day my sisters, our mom and i were at the bridal shop. the sections were organized by style number but the dresses didn’t know that. despite having an appointment there were no sales representatives available. so we fumbled around until one came to check on us. 

since the place had no mirrors in the changing rooms, we had to walk out into a mirrored hall separated from the brides' area. a guy was wandering around the mirrored hall. he was giving my sister a look when we hear this women yell, “get over here!”. the guy spun around and his future bride was standing there. she was certainly a vision of a blushing bride, with her long white gown and bright red face.

one sister wanted a particular dress but the other sister said she was going to a classy wedding not a night club. the color combined with our fair skin reminded one of tropical creamsicles. we suggested another color. my sister went bat-poop crazy. we calmed her down but then my mom piped in with, “i liked that other color more”. so the discussion went on.

she wanted to get it right then and there. i suggested we check a few other places before we placed the order. she didn’t like that so she stormed out of the store. my other sister calls her to come back. eventually we agreed it was my sister’s wedding so we’d go with it.

when we got home my dad asked how it went. my mom said to him, “don’t ask. you’re going to make her mad by reminding her she picked the color no one wanted”.

me: this one?
sis: no, that’s guava.
other sis: this?
sis: no, that’s watermelon.
me: ta da!
sis: no, that’s orange.
other sis: eh?
sis: no! that’s persimmon. pay attention! i want coral, you know like pinkish orange. nothing else! ok?!
mom: this one!
sis: mom! that’s blue.