I’m breaking my number one rule for the Running of the Brides, because everyone on my dream team save my Aunt Chris can’t get out of work or weddings and join me in Cleveland tomorrow morning. I’m a little bummed about having only one helper, just because it is lonely and not as fun. Although I’m sure Chris will be a one-woman dream team: she’s a savvy negotiator, she’s got Obama arms for carrying heavy dresses, and she’s got great style. Plus I am looking forward to a girly evening of gossip and iron-on shirt-making in a hotel in Cleveland with her.
But I think when I see the giant teams, I am going to have wistful moments. In particular because there will be MOMS everywhere. Even though I am fairly certain that if my mother were alive she would not go within 500 yards of a Filene’s Basement Bridal Event. Grief is rarely if ever rational like that.
I am also nervous that every dress will pale in comparison to THE DRESS which I saw two weeks ago, despite price tag differentials. Collin told me to stop kidding myself and just go buy The Dress. I called him out on how his suggestion was partially motivated by him not wanting me to go to Cleveland, even for one night. I reminded him of ways we could use the money I might save on a dress. [I think in normal relationships I’d say something like, “We can have another hour of open bar at the wedding!” or “We could take a weekend trip!” but instead I’m saying things like, “We can pay off more of the mortgage!” because that is what speaks to Collin.]
Full report, hopefully with hilarious pictures, when I return!