You’ll rarely hear me say this, but I’m glad this weekend is over. I went north to celebrate The Bride’s 40th birthday. It’s her family’s tradition of having a girls getaway weekend whenever it’s someone’s big birthday, which sounds like fun, but in reality for me it was rather tortuous.
I drove 5 hours, met up with everyone for dinner and then cocktails in a really loud bar, got to sleep ( or in my case, not really sleep) squished in a double bed with The Bride (they always share rooms to save money.) Saturday was breakfast and then the dreaded bridesmaid dress shopping. We decided to all get different style dresses but all in the same color, which is a great way to go. I was trying on dresses with her 14 year old niece who is about 5’8, 125 pounds, all legs, with cute little boobs that still stand up. Every time she stepped out of the dressing room I’d hear, “oh, that’s cute. That looks great on you.” Me? Well, I got the “oh, that’s not bad.” I ended up choosing this dress. I really do like the dress even though I think I look huge in it, but then again I think I’d probably look huge in anything. And no, I probably won’t wear it again only because it’s navy, which just isn’t my thing. If it was in black, then yes, I would probably would.
The Bride will tell you that we didn’t get to chat all that much, but I have a feeling she’d say that about most people. The problem? She spent more time texting and calling The Fiancé. Seriously. She called him after dinner, texted him when we got to the bar, which was 10 minutes away, called him in the middle of having cocktails, and then called him when we went to bed which by the way was 3am on the East Coast. I then woke in the morning to click, click click… her texting him again in the morning. It was awful. I can’t wait until they are finally married and don’t really have anything to talk about any more. Just kidding. But really, is all that communication necessary? And I find a bit rude.
The highlight of the weekend was coming home and getting a big squeeze from The Little Miss and hearing her say, “I missed you. I’m happy you’re home.” That right there really makes all the thoughts of how huge I look in a dress and how much someone else is texting seem so insignificant. Kids really do have a way of so easily putting things in perspective.
And one final thought… why are the portions at Cheesecake Factory so ginormous?