Night of the Endless Receptions

So yesterday at 5:00 a.m. I woke up very startlingly from a terribly vivid nightmare. I don't often dream, I rarely remember them, and this is the first nightmare in recollection that featured me as the helpless victim to a crime. I am never the victim in my dreams.

Anyhoo, this awful, horrible, frightening nightmare woke me up at 5:00 a.m. and I was so shaken from it that I couldn't get back to sleep. So I stayed away for the next five hours, got ready for work, and left at 9:30. I got stuck at work for an hour and a half longer than I normally am because two walk-ins wanted to be fitted. I was ecstatic to dress them because I LOVE fitting men for tuxes, but that meant Becca (my ride) had to wait a really long time in the back sewing room for me to finish helping them because I couldn't leave the manager there by herself. That sucked for Becca and I felt so bad that it kinda sucked for me too. Then it really sucked for the both of us when we tried to get onto the 15 and found out there was a horrible accident on Sahara (there's always an accident on Sahara) and it was rush-hour and we weren't moving. We didn't move for about an hour but then we got home in 45 min after that, so it was all good, I guess.

The point of my rambling is that work was very long and busy and I had been up for a very long time. I was tired and my feet hurt and I could have eaten an entire horse (not the meat because that's gross, but all four of his horseshoes, easily) by the time I got home. Good thing I found out that three of my family's friends had their receptions that night.

So instead of sitting down and taking off my shoes, I wolfed down some food and raced out to Rhonda, where I was whisked off along with my parents and a couple-a spare sisters to the first reception.

The three receptions were all very nice, but at each one I spoke with at least two people who asked me if I was getting ideas from all the reception set-ups. Not really, I thought. Why would I want to use someone else's ideas? What--did they think I'd be calling up the groom the next day to find out if I could borrow their twinkle lights? Maybe I should have brought a notebook and jotted down some themes, I don't know. I thought I was there to offer my support of the new couple, but I guess not. I was supposed to be working. Don't they know that's Bob and Nicole's job? Goodness.