As you can see, I made sure it was epically ridiculous by suggesting we all raid our mom’s and grandma’s closets, the thrift store or the costume shops to find the ugliest bridesmaids dresses possible.
FYI, Little Sister is now the proud owner of this gem of a bridal gown right here, in case she changes her mind about her real wedding dress…
As for my bridesmaid’s dress? Well it was so beautiful I was only allowed to rent, you know, to give others a chance at such beauty…
Anyway, Little Sister has cool and fun friends who are game for anything, so they obliged in full force, I made some tacos and margaritas, called the party bus and we were off for a night on the town.
We danced, we drank a few cocktails, we twirled around in our pretty gowns and we confused a lot of people.
And of course, it would be just my luck to be recognized by a loyal reader of my column at the Lonesome Dove while I was dressed as an 80’s prom queen.
But what’s life without a little good, clean, ridiculous fun…and a ridiculous outfit worn in public every once in a while.
And now I’m home this Monday rested up, getting ready for a round of CD release parties across the state and thinking about love and marriage beyond the celebration…
So that’s what this week’s column is about.
Coming Home: Fruits of marriage easy seen amid wedding preparations
by Jessie Veeder
Peace, Love and Wedding Season,