I survived my first bridal shower last weekend in Chicago. I’ve known the girl since kindergarten. We used to have sleepovers every weekend. And I mean EVERY weekend. We would switch off houses. Our mothers were the best for driving us all the time.
Anyway, the fiance and her bought this gigantic home in our hometown. They purchased the home from the bank after its foreclosure. Apparently this is the way to go for future home-buyers.
The house was beautifully painted with help from all the family - spots of pink and purple sprouting from everywhere. I ran into some old “friends” from junior high and asked them the usual about life and what they were doing. Most of them are still hanging around Illinois bopping around in Chicago. I spent approximately two minutes talking to them and decided that was more than enough time (considering I never liked them to begin with).
The basis of a bridal shower is the shower the bride with gifts. I knew this going into it, but I mean for real? That’s all that happens? No scandal? No nothing? WHAT IS THIS? I dressed up to watch my friend open gifts!? Ok, I know, I’m being dramatic. But seriously. Bridal showers are not that exciting, people. The coolest part was seeing my old friend and the cake! The cake was one of the Barbie doll cakes with red velvet deliciousness inside. UGH. That cake! I have been dreaming of you.
The worst part? Finding out her future hubby doesn’t want kids. I have no idea what this girl is going to do considering I have never met a person who likes holding kids more. Every time you turn around she’s holding somone’s kid. Not to mention she’s a teacher.
Good luck, girl. And next time, call some strippers or something.