bridal diaries: in which i introduce and illustrate what i call “bride brain.”

this weekend, the bff and i went to otown to get some things done.  basically, it was wedding gown weekend. i was going to meet with his grandma to get measurements taken, to find a pattern and fabric, and to show her my dress so that she could make the bolero that she said that she would be willing to make for me. i also made an appointment at david’s to get my alterations done, since i was told that they wanted two months to do them. we were only planning on being there for a little bit over a day–we left on friday afternoon and would leave to return to gville on saturday night.

we left a bit later than we had intended, and i packed only after i ran home from work.  i felt like we needed to hurry and leave because we were running late, but we got there safely and were intending to make some good use of the pool once we did.

(this may explain my hurry to leave.)

when we got there, the bff’s mom told me that she had found a dress for the bff’s sister, who is one of my bridesmaids, and wanted me to see it. it looks a lot like mine in design, which she was worried would bother me (it doesn’t.), and when the bff’s sister got there, she tried it on. we were all standing in the guest room and the bff’s sister said that she really wanted to see my dress. i began to reply that she could see it sometime and then it hit me. it literally felt like something hit me.

I LEFT MY DRESS IN GVILLE.

all of my worrying about what shorts to wear and whether or not i had flip flops that properly matched mattered very little when i forgot the one thing that was absolutely essential to the success of this weekend.

i was horrified. i was already exhausted, headachy (i feel like i’ve had a headache for about a week straight), and hot.  now i was stupid and forgetful.

i went and grabbed my purse, intending to just go back and get it.  the bff’s parents were horrified at this, worried that i would be too tired and suggesting that i just come down another weekend and get it done.  a light of realization glimmered in their eyes when i told them that there wasn’t another weekend before the wedding that i could do it.  every single weekend was occupied.

i don’t think they really understood before that how busy i actually am.

there were many options tossed around about how to fix the situation: go then and stay in gville overnight and come back in the morning, have the bff and the bff’s dad wake up very early in the morning and go to gville to get my dress, hang out for a little while and then go get it, or go then and get it and turn around and come right back.  though the least popular option among the bff’s family, the last option was really the only one i could deal with.

see, the minute i realized that i had left my dress, a colossal wave of “i can’t believe i did that” and “how stupid can you be?” and “what a huge waste” crashed down on my brain.  the idea of waiting around just made my skin crawl. i had to fix it. and i had to fix it then.

bless him, the bff, when we talked about what to do, totally understood and just grabbed the keys and said “let’s go.” i was surprised–it seemed unnecessary for him to come. it was my mistake. i was very okay with just going and coming back. i wanted him to stay and hang out with his family.  it would have been fine, truly.

but he would have none of it.  so we drove up, grabbed the dress, tore a loop off of our paper chain, and got back in the car.

he is a saint, according to my mom, because he never once, even for a moment, seemed irritated or critical of my MASSIVE mistake.  he just understood.  he probably understands better than anyone how fried my brain is right now.

so luckily we got all of  the stuff done that we needed to do. and my alterations? take two weeks.  NOT two months.  oh well.

as we were pulling into the parking lot of my apartment building on saturday night, the bff turned to me (who was driving) and said “i left my keys in your car, right?”

nope. left them on the keyring in otown.

(luckily, the bff’s sister is coming back today, so his keys will be arriving soon.)

with a roommate out of town and no spares to be found at 11pm, the bff was relegated to camping on our couch and wearing whatever he had in the car.

it happens. apparently, lately, it’s contagious. i thought that was an appropriate way to end the weekend, actually.

oh dear.

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One Response to “bridal diaries: in which i introduce and illustrate what i call “bride brain.””

  1. When Eric proposed to me, he drove to gville, and left the ring in otown 🙂

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