Have you ever been bridesmaid dress shopping? They take a bunch of girls, give them next-to-no guidance about fabrics or fits of dresses, let them grab random sparkly things off of racks and racks of sparkly and flowy things and then shove them in a room in the basement for an hour. I think they assume that we will all murder each other and survival of the fittest will decide the dress.
It was AWESOME.
I think all the success came from the fact that it was Happy Bunny that is getting married, and that she lucked out in the sister department. She also, obviously, has amazing taste in friends. Since I am one. And don't be fooled by the bunny suit, she has killer taste in dresses, too.
There were some minor speed-bumps. Changing in one room made us giggly and off-the-wall, prompting the salesman to compare our room to one of those clown cars that hold 30 clowns. Our seamstress asked us all if we were planning to lose weight before the wedding (Um, no? Do you think I should? ...Wait, I HATE YOU.)
Then the salesguy popped his head back in and said something about how he used to be in Montessori school too, and could pour milk with the best of us.
Yeah. That's how much sense it made to me, too.
We had a great time. But if I ever have to do this with a bridal party that is the equivalent of a starving pack of two-headed hyenas, I am going to bring a flask of whiskey and a shiv. I'm pretty sure that basement carpet was hiding a couple of bloodstains.