This afternoon all of the bridesmaids for Jenn’s wedding met at Dimitra’s and were fitted. The lady who measured me really got on my nerves. She is Greek…and all I could think of was My Big Fat Greek Wedding. She was hustling everyone about, shouting orders and behaving like a real mess. I had to restrain myself when she invaded my personal space one too many times. She kept rubbing my shirt and saying, “Oooh, I love this black leopard print.” Woman! Get your hands off me!
Ashley and Jenn asked me to go downtown with them for supper. I was the first one to get a good parking place and I stepped out of my car and just walked around a bit while waiting for them to find a spot. I soon realized that standing on the street corner is not a good idea. Thankfully, Jenn and Ashley finally dashed up the sidewalk and we went and had supper.