[dc]T[/dc]here is a circle of Hell where the tormented plan weddings for all eternity.
Sure, I’m exaggerating, but planning a wedding makes most folks want to cut out their own heart with a rubber ducky—myself included.
Bridal Show: Beyond Thunderdome
There was a bridal show downtown last weekend, and Stephanie wanted to go. Being a good sport, I tagged along.
“You sure you are ready for this?” Stephanie asked.
“I’m a veteran of many comicons and fandom conventions,” I said. “Nothing scares me anymore. I can handle a mere bridal show.”
After three seconds inside the bridal show, I ate those words.
The fast-talking salespeople got me on edge right away, and the congested aisles did not help. It was like trying to move through an army of terracotta soldiers in a tar pit.
In fairness to the bridal show vendors: I get it. It is their job, and in some cases, the person’s own business. I don’t fault them for wanting to make a buck. I’ve been in their shoes, selling copies of my book at conventions and shows.
But, Batman-on-a-crutch, some of them could at least take No for an answer.
“Need to rent a tuxedo?” a young man asked.
“We’re not having tuxedos,” I said without so much as a look back.
He fired a verbal tractor beam. “What? No tuxedos? Why?”
“I don’t want a tux,” I said.
“Everyone wants a tux,” he answered. “Don’t you want to look good?”
Stephanie, thankfully, dragged me away.
Bridal Show Rules of Survival
The rest of the afternoon, I stuck to a few simple rules:
- Let Stephanie lead the way.
- Keep my head down.
- Don’t make eye contact with vendors.
- Smile and nod, but keep moving. Stopping, even for a second, shows a sign of interest.
This helped. Mostly.
Bridal Show Curios
One bridal show vendor offered live doves for a wedding. They had a pair of doves in a cage, sporting what looked like feather perms.
And two words: Chair covers. What a racket. Not only can you rent fancy covers for chairs, but you can also get a fancy bow tied around the cover. I imagine, for a fee, you could also have the chairs put on a pedestal and hire someone to fan your guests with palm leaves.
If I could get away with it, everyone at my wedding would sit on three-legged milking stools if it meant I could save a few bucks.
Another vendor had attendees stand in a glass case and grab as many coupons as possible.
“Want to give it a try?” Stephanie asked.
I watched a man snatch at whirling pieces of paper, and a vision filled my head: my hands covered with the tell-tale red slashes of paper cuts. My daydream didn’t stop there: the papers continued their spiral assault, and sliced my face like a knife through butter.
“Well?” Stephanie asked.
“…No…”
We picked up a catalog for a fancy resort vacation, and after flipping through the pages, I realized I had this marriage thing all wrong. Apparently, I need to wait about 20 years, and marry a woman half my age. That is what the scores of photos of gray-haired gents with twenty-something wives told me.
Salvation
Then, in the midst of this commercial wasteland, I spotted an oasis.
I noticed a woman standing next to a row of bottles. “Is that…” I began, “…A bar?”
Stephanie was in line to sign up for a wedding dress consolation. “Go check it out.” The sluggish crowd parted before me like the Red Sea as I bolted for the cash bar.
“How much for the bottle of whiskey?” I only slightly joked.
“Sorry, can’t do that,” the bartender answered with a smile.
With beers in hand, I returned to Stephanie, who had barely moved in line. We each took a sip. “I needed this,” I said post-sip. “I was feeling stabby.”
The only downside was, the beers made us stand out like Sparty at a University of Michigan homecoming parade.
“People are staring,” Stephanie whispered.
“Let them stare,” I said with Gollum tonality. “They’re just jealous. They wants it.”
When I broke into a wild eyed song about fishies, Stephanie decided it was time to leave.
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I’m impressed. I never even stepped foot at one of those places. The written complaint form that I filed with David’s Bridal’s District Manager was enough (the lady that was “helping” me at the store gave out my phone number to every vendor she knew even after promising she would’t, among other things).
Best of luck on the wedding planning, at least you found beer!
Thanks! It was an interesting experience.
You are a brave man to go where few men dare. It’s not for the weak. And I am totally with you on the chair covers. Such a waste! On the plus side, when you see white chair covers on all the chairs, it looks like a room full of ghosts!.
Oooh, I like the ghosts idea! I could put eyes on the backs of the chairs. Spooky!
Ours was a lovely day, but man…am I ever glad the planning and prep work is over. *phew* Godspeed, Daniel.
So, when does the planning end…er, I mean…WHEN IS YOUR BIG DAY? 🙂
Thanks! It is quite the experience. Our special day is the first of September. Woooo!