This weekend, I went out to lunch with one of my best friends. After we ate, we decided to walk around town for a while.
We're walking past the shop where my friend got her wedding dress and an employee runs into the street and starts chatting her up. "Did you get my message?" she asks. Apparently, she had left a message asking my friend to come and see the sashes for the bridesmaid dresses. She hadn't gotten the message--so this awkwardness wasn't planned or anything-- but she saw nothing wrong with dragging me into this store to check out the sashes and decide how they should be tied... when I'm not a fucking bridesmaid!
Obviously, I knew I wasn't going to be in the wedding. We talked about this like a year ago-- before she was even engaged-- when I said, "You know, I don't want to get married, but if I ever do, you are definitely going to be a bridesmaid." And she said, "Yeah... about that. I'm probably going to ask some people from high school. I mean, we don't really talk any more, but they asked me!"
So, I'm not pleased about that, but whatever-- it's her wedding. But to take me in to play with the dresses? WTF. I made it pretty clear I was incredibly uncomfortable and unhappy without saying what I was thinking, which was basically, "fuck you."
Mean.
We're walking past the shop where my friend got her wedding dress and an employee runs into the street and starts chatting her up. "Did you get my message?" she asks. Apparently, she had left a message asking my friend to come and see the sashes for the bridesmaid dresses. She hadn't gotten the message--so this awkwardness wasn't planned or anything-- but she saw nothing wrong with dragging me into this store to check out the sashes and decide how they should be tied... when I'm not a fucking bridesmaid!
Obviously, I knew I wasn't going to be in the wedding. We talked about this like a year ago-- before she was even engaged-- when I said, "You know, I don't want to get married, but if I ever do, you are definitely going to be a bridesmaid." And she said, "Yeah... about that. I'm probably going to ask some people from high school. I mean, we don't really talk any more, but they asked me!"
So, I'm not pleased about that, but whatever-- it's her wedding. But to take me in to play with the dresses? WTF. I made it pretty clear I was incredibly uncomfortable and unhappy without saying what I was thinking, which was basically, "fuck you."
Mean.
