8.18.98
Tuesday, 11:00 p.m.
4 days to go and my dress is not here.
I can't believe this. I showed up at the dress shop yesterday where I ordered my dress and had my fitting over four months ago and it's not there.
Roxene, the owner, assures me that it'll be in today and then calls me this morning to tell me that it will be in tomorrow. Can I tell you how pissed my mom and I were that it wasn't available on Monday? Pretty pissed.
Also, I had called Roxene from Los Angeles when I couldn't find any damn shoes and she said that she had some and that even though she was low on dye that it would be no problem. So I go in and pick up a pair of flats and ask her if I can try on a size 6. Oh, well, we have to special order them as she only has 8s. But then, even if they come in she can't do them because she's out of dye.
Oh and, here's your veil.
Me:
That's my veil?
Rox:
Yep.
Me:
That's not my veil.
My veil was supposed to have rolled edges and pearls scattered in it.
Rox:
Really?
Me:
Yes.
Rox:
Oh, well I see here that I wrote down rolled edges but not pearls.
Me:
Let me see a veil with pearls.
-- she retreives such a veil --
Me:
It doesn't make me gag and I'm pretty sure I wanted pearls.
Rox:
Well, that'll be no problem.
Me:
You realize my wedding is this Saturday, right?
Rox:
Um... no problem.
So, my dress is supposed to be here tomorrow. We'll just see about that. If it's not right then that seamstress is going to have to work all night. This is not a simple dress.
11:30 p.m.
T. is here! T. is here! Happy, happy, joy, joy.
We're both wiped out, though so I just had to take him to his hotel and let him go to sleep. He had a full day with work until 3 when he left to catch the long flight up to Bozeman.
I feel so much better now that he's here. I kept telling him before he left that he better show up. After all, it would have been a perfect opportunity to get away.
He's here! Yippee!
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