Maybe to the dress

Our bride's wedding dress is in!  And she is pissed!

As with the rest of her non-traditional wedding plans, her reaction to the call that her dress was ready and waiting was just as unexpected.

For the record, when I got the word that my dress had arrived, I was insanely excited.  I booked my first fitting right there on the phone.  Wild horses couldn't have kept me away!  I took my cousins to my last fitting, and my friend who does visual design for Marshall Fields Macy's showed up also, as he was in the store, working.  And he said my dress had just the right drape, as I seductively turned and looked back at him...

Anyway, Lauren is mad that a) the salon has dared to call her more than once, b) she has been given only fourteen days to pick up her dress, and c) she is pasty white right now, as it's the middle of winter in Minnesota and Jesse has not taken her any place warm and sunny.

Another sidenote:  take it from someone who knows, if you buy something, don't leave it at the store any longer than you have to.  If the store says it's ready, go get it.  Do you know what goes down in stockrooms and back hallways?  No.  But if I purchased a $400 desk, I would not want it hanging around, getting banged up by every person who walked by it, or people sitting on it, chatting about last night at the bar.  Just sayin'.

So, I don't know when the dress will be picked up, as Lauren said to me the other day, "oh yeah, what are they gonna do?  Give it away?"  Her tone was very confrontational, as if she was actually daring the salon to give her dress away.