am trying to work up the motivation to try on my bridesmaid dress for my cousin daisy’s wedding next week. it’s strapless so the only things expected to hold up the dress are my breasts, so i’m thinking, if there’s anyone who’s going to end up exposing herself at the wedding, it will be me. 12 years ago, when i wasn’t yet the composed, super mature woman i am now, i got slightly (incredibly) drunk off my two cocktails at the reception and as legend goes, hit on the cameraman mercilessly and then nodded off during the banquet. my cousins still refuse to let me live it down, even when i bring up the fact that my cousin who got married was pregnant at the time of her wedding (and yet i’m the enduring scandal?!?). now i’m so scared of this dress and its potential for comic humiliation, it just hangs in my closet, taunting me.

September 22nd, 2009 | Comments Off on

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