the day before the ceremony, along with the bikini wax for the
honeymoon, and of course she'd never done it before. Bad idea,
particularly as she was on Retin A. Her father, who has a disposition
about as calm as a toy poodle, was hysterical. Fortunately liberal
application of ice reduced swelling and expert makeup covered the
redness for the ceremony. But, same evening, the bride leaned into the
car to get her ribbon bouquet for the rehearsal (in a dark parking
lot) and the poor bridesmaid who had just exited the back seat closed
the back door--on the bride's hand, which was wrapped around the strip
between the driver and back door. You can imagine the hysteria that
ensued after that.
And yeah, I was that poor bridesmaid.
Pretty much everything went okay after that, except for the one
bridesmaid who never wears makeup, has worn a dress maybe three times
in her life, and objected to being dressed and made up to look like
the rest of us. Well, in truth, I wasn't particularly pleased to have
to have my hair in a bun, wear identical pearls, dresses and dyed
shoes to match, but I kind of figured that was the sacrifice I made by
saying yes when she asked me to be in it.
The hair came down at the reception. ;-)
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