Wednesday, June 15

And the hits just keep on comin'

It's not bad enough that my little sister is getting married. Or that I have to take part in the ancient ceremony of the bridal shower. Or that I have to be a bridesmaid. Oh, no, that's not enough pain to inflict upon one hapless older sister. In addition to the bridesmaid being and the bridesmaid dress buying and the wearing of the bridesmaid dress, now I have suffered true torture: I had to buy a strapless bra. Look, people, as much as I wish they did, the girls don't stand up by themselves. Usually they need all manner of straps, hooks, and levers to achieve great heights, but when the dress is strapless, it's considered gauche to wear a regular bra. So I went to Vicky's and suffered more indignities than any woman should ever have to and I came away with the world's most bizarre contraption, which promises to hold me in and push me up. Let's never speak of it again, okay?

In addition to the joys of bra shopping, I also had to buy shoes. Unlike most women, I don't really enjoy shopping for shoes. (Unless we're talking sneakers.) Shopping for black strappy sandals? Not good times. But, lo, I persevered and I am now fully prepared for my dress fitting tomorrow. After that, all I have to do is make it through the ceremony without crying like a baby, and we'll be all good.

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