Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
vw, I think I do, and will check for it if you'll leave me a note.
I think the lesson to be learned from all this is that when you're choosing a MoH, you need to consider their people skills as well as their friendship to you. I can definitely think of people I've been friends with in the past who I might then have picked for something like this becaue I liked them so much, but who would have turned planning into... well, something just like this. Argh.
Jess, happy anniversary to you two! You're a beautiful couple.
Dude, I got a small (but nice) shower, and no party. I went out to dinner with my bridesmaid the last free day before the wedding and paid for my own half of the meal. I also paid for their dresses (we made them, so pattern and material) and their bling (which I made).
Shoulda been a bigger bitch or somethin'.
Hmph.
Hi, dw, The hardest thing about your posting here for me has to do with one of my Secret Celebrity Boyfriends being a DW. So if you see a post indicating you make a hot drunk, it's probably about the *other* DW, no worries. I'll probably just say "Dylan" mostly, ok?
Jess, happy anniversary to the two of you!
I didn't get a shower or party. Pete didn't have a bachlor party. But then, we didn't have bridesmaids or attendants, and were going on the theory that we were going to hold a big BIG second wedding party the year after, and get Pete's friends from the UK to come over. It didn't happen, because we decided that our small "first" wedding was perfect, and it was silly to try and re-create it on a larger scale.
I think the lesson to be learned from all this is that when you're choosing a MoH, you need to consider their people skills as well as their friendship to you.
My best friend and I have both threatened each other with bloody painful agonizing death if, should either of us ever get married, any shower/party involves a stripper in any way. Or 6-foot inflatable penises that the bride has to carry around to all the bars for the bachelorette party, before she does so many shots that she barfs ON a guy who's bent over in front of her eating candy off her t-shirt, which featured lifesavers sewed to the shirt, along with the iron-on statement "SUCK FOR A BUCK". (Dude, I should really scan those pictures in.) It was, in pretty much every way, the embodiment of the bachelorette party cliche.
I guess the problem with wedding showers is, they've outlived their original purpose. In a time when the bride (and maybe the groom too) moved directly from their parents' home to their post-wedding home, it made sense for a gift-giving occasion that was less -- fancy, maybe -- than the wedding. To give those necessaries for the home that wouldn't necessarily be suitable as wedding gifts.
But now, it's the norm for both the bride and the groom to have set up housekeeping (together or separately) for some time before the wedding. Which means that the issue is less likely to be, "How do we help these kids set up their first home?" and more likely to be, "How does the couple consolidate two apartments' worth of stuff into one place?"
And the bridal shower has become an Event to rival, or even outdo, the old-fashioned Bachelor Party. It's the bride's farewell to single life.
So how do you get through to people that it's possible to have a shower, even an Event shower, without taking on debt to rival the GNP of France?
Look, MaidZilla needed to be torn a new one. Sorry to hear you got the lucture, but really, without you standing up to MZ, who was gonna?
Clearly, a cluesticking was needed, if not a cluemugging.
Hi, Dylan, welcome.
Aw, thanks you guys.
I bought these shoes today at lunch to wear to the wedding I'm going to this weekend. I'm wearing them under my desk to try and break them in a little, but I can't really walk around the office in them because they're much too slippery. I need to put little scuffy things on the bottoms when I get home,