The past few weeks have been filled with helping my friend slap a wedding together in less than a month.
They got engaged last spring, yes, but decided to hold off on planning things -- why rush it? Well, one thing leads to another and life would just work out better if they were married.
Okay, no problem, right?
Oh, look at that. I made a funny.
Initially they decided to have a courthouse wedding. And guess what - when you have a courthouse wedding in Missouri it's by a minister -- double score for the groom's parents!
Only, not so much. Apparently that isn't good enough.
So last week - with less than two weeks to go - my friends moved it to a chapel. Which requires a fancy dress for her, a fancy dress for me, hiring a photographer and (good lord) now renting tuxes for the dudes.
Saturday night we went frantically shopping and managed to find me a dress. That fits. Only issue - they didn't have it in truffle. So they called another store, had me buy it and it'd be shipped to me in a matter of days.
Well, I got the dress yesterday. Took it out of the box and... it's the wrong damn dress. This thing is backless down past my asscrack and has ruffles on my boobs. RUFFLES ON MY BOOBS. So not only would I either be looking like the most gigantic piece of chocolate ever created or I'd be looking like a piece of poop with bright pink panties.
Breathing into a paper bag brought me out of my hysterics and supposedly the store is now re-shipping the proper dress to me.
The shit you do for friends.