We’re going to a big family wedding the end of April. As it happened it’s another gay wedding. My cousin’s son and his boyfriend are ready to tie the knot. But unlike LJ and Collin’s wedding which was basically a wonderful party in a bar, this wedding is going to be the wedding of the season with a large rehearsal dinner, late afternoon wedding, dinner, dancing and an open bar.
If you’ve read here long you should know – I don’t do fancy. I’ve worn one dress since August of 2003. I didn’t like it. Dresses also require shoes – other than flip flops or tennis shoes. I don't like shoes. They hurt my feet and if they have any heel I'd probably kill myself. So I’ve been worrying about what to wear to this upcoming wedding. Monday I headed out in search of a wedding outfit – pants with a pretty blouse.
Then Cassie decided to stick her nose into my business. As I was looking for some nice pants, she basically told me that ‘women of our age’ needed a dress or two. But I don’t like dresses I explained in my head. She gave me a look and said no more.
I ended up with two dresses and two pair of shoes.
Cassie has gotten me half way through her tenth book, but she is going to have to stick to telling me stories and stay out of my wardrobe.