I live next door to the Landmark, a facility that hosts wedding receptions. Every weekend the marquee changes at least three times, sometimes just a few hours apart: Congratulations Kim and Devin. Congratulations Brittney and Bill. Congratulations Julie and Corey.
It is both heartwarming and amusing to see the variety of bridesmaid's dresses. Today I slowed my car to allow a bridesmaid to dash across the street from the parking lot into the building. The bridezilla to whom she was attending had not chosen the dresses wisely. The dress looked like a pastel flowered clingy white nightgown. It had wispy spaghetti straps. The bridesmaid was at least a size 18 and had several large tattoos on her arms and back. I wish I had gotten a picture of her. She was just really interesting visually. Her face was sweet and she was very likeable as she tottered on her heels in the rain, trying to make it inside before her carefully styled hair got wet.
