So, no announcement yet but I went to Beauty and the Bride in Hot Springs yesterday. It was hell with strip club lighting and lots of crazy eyes. I didn't much want a wedding. Now I really don't.
I wasn't expecting tables with my dreams (I'm thinking high tea, playing rock band, and cosplay with me as Zelda from Twilight Princess.) but this was unreal. Forty eight vendors were squeezed into a tiny space with dozens of crazed bride to bes trying to visit them all to enter a drawing for a free wedding. The cramming in should have made visiting them all easy, but it was impossible to tell them apart. Everything was white, pink, and purple or was so bathed in pink and purple neon that it was impossible to tell the color. They were even surrounded by nearly identical teams of 20 something girls in track pants, tee shirts, and sparkly sashes proclaiming their status in the wedding party.
I am sure the vendors are perfectly nice people who are just teying to make a living doing what they love but, I only managed to talk to one. Somewhere in the middle of trying to politely interrupt her pitch to keep her from wasting the pastry that would get me out of a wedding by killing my boyfriend, dead pig in a wrap, and shredded cow ball on me and my butler of honor, I just knew I had to quit. I didn't even give her my signature sheet. I dropped it and the plates of death in the trash can while she was still talking. I am sure she is as upset by me as I was the whole thing. So, sorry vendor lady, I wasn't being a bridezilla. I don't eat meat and my boyfriend is allergic to nuts which I woud have told you if you breathed.
Really, it wasn't so much her as the sameness. The next table had the same ham lavash. The flower 2 tables over were the same as the ones some girl hit me with as we were leaving. Why is it all the same? Why are all these people excited about identical? Isn't this supposed to be special? Isn't special inherently individual?
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