- 4 years ago
- Wedding: May 2015 - The Runnymede Hotel
So I just thought I’d share this bridesmaid horror story with you – largely because I feel so terrible about it! Safe to say I will NOT be tellling the bride!
I am a Bridesmaid or Best Man for a very good friend this Saturday. It has been a pretty short engagement – I got engaged November ’13, getting married next May 15; she got engaged Jan 14, married Aug 14; I joke that she has ‘lapped’ me! I feel like I’ve been a pretty good Bridesmaid. I’m hyper-organised and planned and hosted her Hen do because her Chief Bridesmaid is quite young and became very overwhelmed. I went along to the dress trying-on day, even though it was a long way for me to go and she said I didn’t have to, and this monday I paid £100 ($169) to have that dress altered. I really am not a fan of the dress – full legnth, purple, v-neck.. I don’t really see myself wearing it again, but i know she loves it and i think we’ll all look great on the day, so I suck it up.
I picked up the dress on my lunch break, in a white plastic bag. That evening, after work I went to a play (I live in London – work in Paddington, play was on the southbank if anyone knows London well) with a good friend. We have a meal, see the play, then go out for cocktails about half a mile down the river. I’ve just sat down with my Long Island Iced Tea when I realise – OH MY GOD! I DON’T HAVE THE DRESS!
Seriously, the horror that came over me was unlike anything I had ever felt before! Not just the cost of the dress (£300 – $500!) but the fact that I could be so careless as to leave it somewhere. I NEVER lose things, seriously. I just felt like the wirst person in the world, especially as the bride keeps saying how grateful she is that I am so organised and reliable. I could have cried. I very nearly did.
I RAN all the way back to the theatre, where the incredibly kind and understanding manager basically took me all over the place – lost property, cloakroom, the theatre itself, all of the toilets. Just as I was boarderline hysterical, rehearsing in my head how I would tell my friend that i couldn’t be in her wedding anymore because of my own stupidity… it appeared! Crumpled in a heap under the table we’d eaten dinner at.
I know it’s silly, and I should feel incredibly relieved, but I just feel absolutely awful! Anyone done anything like that??