Labor day weekend is super popular for weddings, and so naturally, there was one at the hotel where we stayed this weekend. I have spent my first year of marriage crying at even the SIGHT of a stranger’s wedding, moaning, I WANNA DO IT ALL AGAINNNNNNN! So naturally, when we saw the bride join her cocktail party last night, it went something like this:
Me: THE BRIDE!!!!!!
Me: Wait. Is she wearing my dress?
Morrison: I don’t know….?
Me: (Looking closer) SHE’S WEARING MY DRESS SHE’S WEARING MY DRESS
I take off RUNNING IN HER DIRECTION. After watching her mingle with her guests from behind a hedge for a few minutes, I returned.
Morrison: …looked better on you.
Me: YOU’RE RIGHT, IT TOTALLY DID.