Bridesmaid Round 12: The Photos

Remember when I ran off to Utah for a wedding last month?

The festivities were for my dear friend and former roommate, Larsy. Otherwise/legally known as Lauralee, but that's not important. I will always be grateful that fate/destiny/etc landed us in the same crappy apartment sharing a room my senior year of college. We awkwardly small-talked for the first month and then finally bonded over a shared craving for Little Caesar's cheesy bread and the rest is one long ridiculous history of deep late-night chats, nutty adventures and random hilarity. And something about scooter rides and a road trip to California and lemons stuffed in a suitcase.

Good grief I love this girl.

Photo cred to Conor Barry Photography for all the above images, and another thank you to Camille for lending me her red dress after my failed attempt to find one myself, even if I covered it up with that gray blazer because hey Utah is still freakishly cold in early March. 

I couldn't be more tickled to be part of this lovely wedding!

Now I'm all teary eyed so please excuse me.

Bridesmaid Round 12: Recovery Mode

Let's just talk about that time I was sick for several days and then ran off to Utah for Bridesmaid Round 12, thus securing and sealing my fate as a level of tired I am still trying to wrap my foggy brain around. Let's just talk about it.

Actually I'll just sum it up in a nice triangular list:

▲ The wedding was superb. I love weddings. I love my Larsy-girl and her new huzby.

▲ I have dark circles under my eyes the size of a small country. And like, Australia-which-is-also-a-continent small country. Not like "Texas thinks it's a small country sometimes." Because actually, Texas probably thinks it's a big country.

▲ I want to go on a trip to Texas.

▲ The chocolate milk pictured below from the wedding breakfast is perhaps the driving reason I survived the wedding day.

▲ The germs of yester-week have settled into a lovely cough that has been robbing me of sleep for several days.

▲ I feel like a zombie.

▲ Now I want to watch Warm Bodies again.

▲ Can I make a movie about zombie bridesmaids?

▲ ...can I be in said movie? I mean, I have a lot of practical experience. And dresses.

▲ Speaking of dresses, a big thank you to Camille for lending me a red dress after reading my epic sad tale of defeat when I tried to find my own.

▲ Despite any resounding exhaustion, I really did have a smashing time. Oh love, sweet love!

And now some quality pics from the iPhone:

 

Bridesmaid Round 12: The Hunt for the Red Dress

So, Bridesmaid Round 12 is right around the corner. 

{Yes, twelve. It's obscene, I know. Bring it on, 27 Dresses.}

My darlingest friend and college roomie {aka the lovely bride} instructed me to choose an outfit involving the colors deep red, gray or white. And I thought, "I probably already have those colors somewhere in my closet." But then I thought, "This is the 12th time I've been a bridesmaid. I am buying myself a hooverdam new dress because I can and that's why."

And thus I found myself at the mall this evening after work. And thus the following texts were sent to this bestie, because she puts up with my shenanigans... 

5:31pm Red dress hunting commences. First outfit makes me feel like a hooker. Pop a piece of Fruit Stripe gum in my mouth and journey on.

5:32pm Fruit Stripe gum loses flavor.

5:34pm Find cat shoes in my size. Manage to let them go.

5:37pm Remember that "dress" is a liberal term these days and often includes items of clothing I would classify as "shirts" and "Barbie sized."

5:39pm Catch myself wandering aimlessly in the accessories section.

5:39 and a half pm Pause for brief inner pep talk.

5:42pm Enter new store. Read one $90 price tag. Leave new store.

5:43pm Encounter this mannequin.

5:46pm Consider looking at model homes.

5:47pm Experience olfactory trauma at the hands of the pretzel store, whose gluten-filled goodness I cannot safely partake.

5:52pm Suddenly wish the wedding was yellow.

6:16pm Concede that red dresses are not in season. Leave mall. Find food. Amen.

6:34pm Eat my feelings.

p.s. Kelsey's best response to my incessant texting: "Is the hooker outfit a negative thing?"