History repeats itself.

So I'm gearing up for my mom's bachelorette party this weekend. Of course friday night I plan to have a few too many, who doesn't? I'm popular for wedding parties this year. I'm my dad's best man in two weeks (yeah, I get to throw the bachelor party) and I'll be a bridesmaid for my cousin's fiancee in December. Must be my charming sense of humor and witty conversation skills that make me such an asset at weddings.

How is history repeating itself you ask? Miss Whitney picked this coming saturday as the day to take me to David's Bridal to try on dresses.

You see, 3 years ago I was my sister's MOH. (that's a maid of honor for you people who don't speak wedding). 3 years ago in April she decided to take me dress shopping at the fancy pants bridal place. Now, some of you might not know, but I am not exactly fancy friendly. The night before we went dress shopping I decided to tie one on in a big way. There was a lot of beer, some WII bowling, and I may or may not have passed out beside the toilet at home...another story for another time. I spent the next day so hungover I couldn't see straight, much less shower or try to make myself look semi presentable to the public.

History gets to repeat itself this weekend. I plan to show up the same way I did 3 years ago, and smirk at the clerk while she sneers at my appearance. Now, to make it truly a repeat, I need to go dig through some boxes and find the same attire I wore that day. What says fancy better than showing up to the bridal shop wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt that says "it's not easy being easy"? My mom is so proud of the little lady she raised.