Last night was nice.

Yesterday, some of my managers took me for barbeque, which was lovely.  We ate outside and enjoyed some truly outstanding ribs.  The weather was gorgeous; tons of sun and not too hot.

After work, I ran home and showered, and Delle came and picked me up for our girl’s night out. 

Mom was already waiting for us at O’Charley’s, where chaos had decided to dine for the evening.  This amazing conversation happened at the hostess’s table.

Me: Hi.  Has a Brown party showed up?
Her: Are you in fifth grade?
Me: (looking at her like she’s a moron, because I’m CLEARLY not) Um, no.  I’m here for the Brown party.  Of 6.
Her: There’s no Brown party here.
Me: I saw my mother’s car outside; I know she’s here.  Can I look around?
Her: Are you in fifth grade?

At which point, I brushed past her little loop-tracked mind and saw my mother, sitting in the back.  I started to make my way up front to correct the hostess when I realized that I only hang around with women who can handle their own.  Of course, I realized this because I saw Delle, Steph, and Elyse making their way in.  And, of course, they had the same story about the evil hostess who, apparently, only caters to 5th graders.

We all sat and ordered drinks, while Mom and everyone caught up about her travels in Florida.  Ra wasn’t far behind, with the beautiful baby Scout in tow.  Scout was beautifully behaved through dinner, and I envision the “When am I going to be a grandmother?” discussion arising fairly soon, as Scout spent a bit of time on my Momma’s busom.

Dinner was GREAT (hint: O’Charley’s california chicken salad.. TO DIE FOR), and after about two hours, we wandered over to David’s Bridal.

I don’t know what’s up with customer service in this town, but it sucks.

So none of the sales ladies would even speak to us for almost an hour.  Which is fine.. again, we’re all women that can find our way around, so we had dresses slung up everywhere.  We finally had it narrowed down to two bridesmaids dresses and someone mentioned the word “buy”.  Amazingly, THREE salespeople solidified.  They, in car sales fashion, tried to guilt everyone into buying today.. “These are from last season, so they may be gone” and “These take about a gazillion weeks’ lead time” and “Altering these will take half a year”, but no one was swayed.

Steph did, however, go ahead and buy Elyse’s dress, so that she could alter it in her own time.  And while she was checking out, the lady asked if I had purchased my dress yet (which I was slipping into at the moment).  When Steph said “No,” you could see the lady’s eyes turn into dollar signs.  A CLOUD of salespeople descended on us, all saying that the dress wouldn’t be available too much longer (ladies, I tried it on the first week it was released.. in DECEMBER.. it’s not going anywhere), and the credit card offer won’t last forever (no thanks; debt is what I’m trying to avoid), and alterations on that one will take longer than the engagement will last. 

And then, the amazing part.. when I said “No.” and went in to take the dress off.. they went back and cut the lights to the dressing room.  ISN’T THAT THE WORST THING YOU’VE EVER HEARD?!

Of course, that started a bitch session of gigantic proportions. 

But, all in all, we made some great decisions (I’m very excited about how beautiful everyone will look), and there’s one thing to mark off the list.  And the colors of the dress lend themselves to flowers, so flowers will take care of themselves.. sort of.

Anyway.. I had a good night.  Just thought I’d share.

And David’s Bridal sucks.