Dresses

One more thing is done…my bridesmaid dresses are ordered! They’re just gorgeous (at least I think are) and it seems that my girls really like the dress (at least I think they do). It has a ruched sweetheart neckline and a sash, they’ll be in the chocolate brown shown here. They will wear these for the actual day of the wedding. For the mehandi they are all wearing pink saris of their own choosing/someone else’s closet.

Aren’t they pretty?? I *heart* them!

Ooooooh…

We picked out the presents I’m giving my bridesmaids last night…and I love them! They’re so pretty! I kind of wish I was my bridesmaid…maybe I’ll get one for me too. Hmmm.

“What if she brings her own chair?”

I have always thought that my younger brother must have been dropped a lot when he was a baby. On his head.

He’s been on and off with this girl for years, while my parents know about her they don’t like her and don’t acknowledge the relationship. My brother thinks he might possibly want to bring her to the wedding if they’re dating in November but if they’re not he won’t. He doesn’t want me to put her on the guest list or send her an invite…he wants to see how things are with them that week and decide. I explained how I needed to send invites, order food, favors etc and he responded with “If things are good with us that day and I bring her, if she brings her own chair and doesn’t eat then its fine right?”

Ummmm…no. No its not fine.

I can just picture this girl rolling up in the middle of my wedding with her folding chair and setting up shop behind my brother with her McDonald’s dinner and, as always, leaving a trail of glitter in her wake.

If You’re Happy and You Know it…

Clap your hands!

Things that are making me deliriously happy today:

• The beautiful day – sunny and 22C
• The New Orleans Saints staying in New Orleans
• Patio and drinks girls night planned for tomorrow night
• The super cute black strappy wedge heels I’m wearing
• My fiancemy
• My best friend’s acceptance into teachers college
• Snack size 100 calorie Jos Louis
• Finalizing my bridesmaids’ dresses
• Butter chicken

 

Happy Friday!

When Bridezillas Attack

I was in a bridal store a few days ago looking at dresses for my bridesmaids when another bridal party came in consisting of three attendants and the bride.

The girls were picking up their dresses and also using it as a dress rehearsal of sorts. They were very matchy-matchy, same shoes, same jewelry, and from the conversation the hair and makeup would be identical as well. They all came out of their dressing rooms and it seemed that one of the girls didn’t have her shoes with her. Not a big deal right? They’re all wearing the EXACT same shoes, she could put on someone else’s for a minute to make sure the length was correct.

Instead, the bride started screaming at her for being inconsiderate and not focusing on the wedding and only thinking about herself. So, the girl screamed right back about how she wanted to drop out of the wedding and she didn’t care that it was only two weeks away.  The bride said she didn’t want her to begin with, she only asked because they’re sisters and she had to. Ouch. The (former?) bridesmaid stomped off into the dressing room and the bride stormed out of the store.

And I? I got a great deal on my BM’s dresses and vowed to never yell at my friends that way.

*drool*

I don’t really know much about cars – obviously, seeing as how I drive a Beetle. Aside from my clear tendency to make bad automotive purchases, I really know nothing about cars. I only know how to spot really expensive sports cars. Regardless of where I am my eye will always be drawn to the most expensive car in the vicinity.

Its summer now so everyone’s got their Corvettes and Porshes out. Since I work in a fairly ritzy area of the city there’s usually a Porshe every three feet and I’ve come to the realization I prefer the look of the Carrera over the Boxster and the 911. Um yeah.

On the way into work today, there was a car a couple lanes over to me that I couldn’t place and it was driving me mental…and then I realized it was an Aston Martin. Naturally, I had to weave through traffic until I could get behind it and figure out that it was a Vantage. I spent most of this morning dreaming about the car when I realized…the price tag on the Vantage is equal to the value of my house. Which is why I need to go figure out a way to make money grow on trees.

Highly Unpleasant

About three weeks ago I started working at a recruitment firm - I didn’t actually tell you about it because I’m not planning on staying long. I don’t much like it.

Anyway, I had an interview with a candidate for a receptionist role that was open. Everything was going fine till I suggested she make a couple changes to her resume when she totally lost it and started screaming at me about how immigrants come into this country and think they own it, how colored people think they’re better than the real Canadians – the white people who built Canada. She told me I should be ashamed to be taking a job away from a Canadian and taking home a paycheque that rightfully belongs to a real Canadian and that I should go back to my own country. I walked her out and told her we wouldn’t be able to represent her any longer. I locked the doors to the suite  and called security while she stood outside in the hall pounding on the glass and screaming over and over that I should go back to my own country through the glass.

Which would be….America? “Home” has always been within the borders of North America. I’ve never experienced such racism before, I’ve never had anyone say such nasty things or display such prejudice.  

Quite frankly, without immigration Canada would cease to exist as a functioning nation. Our population would steadily decline, the only thing maintaining our population is immigration.