- 8 years ago
- Wedding: August 2011
FH and I are paying for my sister’s Bridesmaid or Best Man dress since she is already coming all the way to Savannah for the wedding from DC, where she lives. I told her I’d buy it and order it but she needs to get measured so I can give them her measurements. So she’s been putting it off and putting it off and this weekend I told her I NEEDED her to do it. She said okay… then said Monday… then today… and just now she calls me and says, “Just order me a size 4 or whatever.” NO! They make it to your MEASUREMENTS, I can’t just say “Size 4-ish, whatever,” on the website! It will cost all of $5 to go to a tailor and get 4 measurements taken, or $2 to buy a tape and do it herself, so I told her to go get it down right MEOW.
THEN she just now seems to have realized WHERE the wedding will be. The reception is in the banquet room of the Lady and Sons restaurant, and they ask that you don’t bring in DJs because the music will be booming through all 4 of the restaurant floors. We are doing first dances there and will have our music playing on the in-house sound system, but no DJ and no dance floor- we are going to a rooftop bar down on River Street after the wedding because of this. All of a sudden she thinks she’s going to die if there’s no dancing. “There’s no dancing at the wedding? NO DJ? But I don’t know if there’s dancing at that bar either!” JFC then go downtown to a club and dance by yourself then, good lord! After all this she asked if I just woke up from a nap because I sounded “crabby.” I told her I’m crabby because she’s making my life hard!
I love her but OMG just get yourself measured so I can order your GD dress and quit stressing about the fact you won’t get to do the Cupid Shuffle at my reception!