does david's bridal have a punch card?!

I recently made a trip into David's Bridal to purchase another bridesmaid dress. I'm what you might call a "frequent flyer" when it comes to visiting/shopping bridal shops. Whether it's a dress fitting/appt. for a friend or myself I've been there enough times to know the color palettes by heart. Since I had already found my dress out of town the weekend before this was just a quick trip to purchase said dress closer to home. I walked into the store halfway expecting to be greeted by my first name and was surprised when they actually had a hard time finding me in their computer system. And that's when it happened....laughter. Followed by the announcement that I was actually listed as Chelsea, Last Name- BRIDESMAID. And welcome to my life. After some more laughing, a joke about how I must do this a lot, and the sales clerks less that enthusiastic response to my "does that mean I get a free dress?!?" question. I decided it was probably time to just update my information, hand over my credit card and thank them for helping me continue my weekend gig for yet another wedding season.


I've heard it time and time again. "your life is like that movie - 27 dresses." To which I always say is fine as long as I too get to have my own James Marsden in the end. And by my own I mean someone equally as great - just taller and more baseball loving/beard growing/flannel wearing, etc. (Am I asking for too much??) And I've never been bother by the 27 dresses jokes since I too am guilty of making them quite frequently. I'm just always surprised when others hear the jokes and stories (like the one above) and respond with this pitiful look and/or the "that's so sad..." comments. I mean let's be honest here - I'm still a good 20 dresses away from getting my own movie so it's not a problem. Outside of the negative cash flow associated with being a semi-pro bridesmaid (-- is that skill set marketable as a key selling point on a resume?) and a closet full of dresses and heels that doesn't get out much. I think it's actually pretty cool that I get to stand up beside some of my closest friends and support them on their special day.


 

accidental collision

I've always been a magnet for awkwardness, meaning that strange/funny situations always seem to define my life. The bright side is awkward moments make for award winning stories. And while they may not really win me anything but they provide those around me with lots of laughter and quality material to ensure that I can/will be harassed for life.

Since the therapists I work with staff several different clinics throughout the hospital I occasionally have to deliver supplies to one of them during the work day. Pager goes off and I drop what I'm doing in the clinic I'm currently in to grab supplies and skillfully navigate my way through the hospital buildings until I find whatever treatment room they are in. Today was one of those already busy work days since we're using the new computer system and there's a lot going on. So when my pager went off it wasn't the most ideal time to run an errand but in needed to be done. Fast forward though the unnecessary details and I arrived at the treatment room. Since I was in a hurry to get back down to the main clinic I quickly set the items down, and started walking of the the room still talking to the therapist  inside and WHAM. My face collided with the chest of a rather attractive Doctor. Like seriously?! How/who do these things happen to me.  (Never did catch his name just dubbed him Dr. Smell Good - seriously he had some nice cologne) How does one recover from a moment like that? I quickly stepped back, apologized, we laughed and I tried to leave the area as fast as possible praying that no one else had witnessed my awesomeness  mmhm better make that gracefulness.

My brother and his girlfriend tell me that next time I should maybe just try online dating... It's supposedly easier and would allow for a less awkward first meeting. Perhaps one that would leave less of an impression on my face and my pride.

Taking one for your team

When it comes to baseball I'm a Tigers fan. No questions, no excuses, and only a minor exception as I'll root for the Giants on occassion. They have claims on one of my favorite pitchers and they had my favorite bearded closer on their roster until he headed to the DL with an Elbow injury and TJS. Otherwise it's all love and support for my Tigs as I remain a loyal fan.

The other day I was clinic hopping for work. As I was leaving one site to head back to another I found myself leaving the building at the same time as a rather attractive gentleman coming out of a different clinic. It was one of those "glad I looked up from my phone before I walked into you " moments. (There's a reason my family calls me Gracie...) Since we both managed to avoid an almost collision at the front door it seemed only fair that we would strike up a conversation. We continued walking out of the building and into the parking lot and I discovered that we were parked near one another. So that was cool because it allowed for the conversation to continue until I happened to notice his car. Or rather his car window...

There it was, smack dab in the center of the window were 18" of vinyl in the most unfortunate baseball symbol you can find. This discovery could only mean one thing... he was a Yankees fan and like I said before I'm a Tigers fan. No questions. No excuses. And certainly no exceptions when it comes to the pinstripes ( I mean only prisoners and Yankees wear pinstripes). Unless you are a resident of New York who moved to the fabulous state or Michigan or you have a family member who a. owns the team or b. plays for them you have no reason to slap a decal on your car window. So I had to do the right thing, smile, say bye and drive away because sometimes you just have to take one for your team...