On Saturday, I went with my oldest friend and bride-to-be, to try on wedding dresses in Southborough, MA. I learned a little bit about fabrics, designers, birdcages, train length... Here are the two dresses that she decided she didn't love (as much as I loved on her):
We're trying to figure out what the length of the bridesmaid's dresses. I'm voting for shorter...
So, I was talking to the Maid of Honor, who I just met this weekend. Remember this post? It happened to me again, but in conversation. MOH asked me what kind of music I listened to. Instead of replying with, Who Is Arcade Fire? I panicked. She was flipping through the radio in the car, just the two of us, hence the question. Honestly, of all the stations of the radio, how much variety is there? There's various kinds of talk and public radio, modern rock (alternative), adult alternative, classic rock, oldies, top 40, the John Tesh Show, depending on how close to which border sometimes an international station on the low end of the dial, and... top 40 country. This is the only radio station genre I'm not interested in, honestly. At least normal top 40 is dancable, or if it's Train or Three Doors Down, those songs are wedged in between Britney and Bieber, so it's three minutes I've sacrificed. This is how it went down:
MOH: So, what kind of music do you like?
Me: (stammer)
MOH: (pause)
Me: I... guess I like just about everything on the radio except top 40 country... I mean, I'm really into Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline and the classic stuff it's just... (trails off, looks away)
MOH: Oh, that's funny. I'm totally a country bumpkin.
Me: (head in hands.)
Good thing I did't resort to this...
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