Dress finally comes in, except it's the wrong dress...except it's not. All the other bridesmaids have it, and so do you. Cue confusion: who changed the dresses?!! It's a hideous pink, black, and white color block number that hits mid-thigh. I try it on, and it doesn't stay up. Your Mom tries to pin it so it stays up, because we have to go to the wedding now! Julie is yelling at me because "It's fine, just go!" My Mom is saying, "Why did you order a size 5? Your boobs aren't that big." I'm shouting, "All my clothes are size 5 and yes, my boobs are big!" I go to the dress shop and they find a random green dress that I can wear for the wedding...but then when they are pressing it, it catches fire. For some reason, they are outside. I am sobbing because the dress is not only ruined, but it actually disappeared when it caught fire. Then everything switches, and I'm in an OR [still in the fug dominatrix dress, mind you] trying to do an emergency case, but the anesthesiologist is an idiot and can't intubate the patient, so he dies. And then comes back to life...and dies again.
Behold my nightmare [shut it, we're not talking about my artistic abilities, we're talking about the dominatrix/color block dress]:
Seriously. I have vivid dreams, and I remember them. This is exactly what we were wearing...just imagine that the black striping is shiny. Yeah. Shiny. Oi.peace and love,
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2 comments:
Oh Megan... I'm sure you'd rock that beautiful drawing. I hope your weekend provided some much needed relaxation! Besides, I can't have my bridesmaids losing it:)
I'm sure I'd rock it too ;) But no worries, I'm not going to lose it!
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