ramblings

A few weeks ago I hosted a surprise "bridal shower" lunch for one of only 2 female coworkers here at the Weebly office. Everything went great--the bride was definitely surprised and the guys were super sports about participating in this traditionally very female activity. I loved having an excuse to be girly for an afternoon!

I dressed for the occasion in a cute little green dress and wedge heels, looking pretty dang fabulous-bridal-shower-hostess, if I do say so myself. I'd done all my prep shopping the night before so just needed to successfully make it to the office without dropping the 8lb. cake or smooshing any of the decorations dangerously teetering in my needs-to-hit-the-gym grip.

I placed everything on the hallway floor, locked my apartment and strategically (or so I thought) picked it all up to be carried downstairs.

As I waited for my Uber cab to arrive, supplies delicately balancing under my arms and in my bony hands, I looked across the street at the bus stop to find a handful of Marina folk staring at me with mixed expressions; surprise, amusement and even slight horror. What!? I thought to myself, what are you b*tches staring at? Ugh, I have got to move from this neighborhood, everyone is so judgey...I'm so tired of this, I can't wait to get out of here. Pretty sure I even threw in some brow raises and few eye rolls, for good measure.

Then, in the midst of my mental rant against the population of my neighborhood, my cab pulled up. And I saw, in the freshly polished black town car siding, my bright green reflection staring back at me ....including the reason for all of the Marina folk looks. The hem of my dress had apparently gotten snagged under my supplies when I picked them up after locking the door, thus ever so charmingly lifting it up to my chest and exposing my hot pink underpants to San Francisco....for 8 minutes.

Man, it's a good thing I really mentally gave it to those Marina bus kids (read: so embarrassing).

Thankfully I made it to work without flashing anyone else (to the best of my knowledge) and successfully pulled off the surprise shower.  The bride was more than worthy of a little lunch in her honor :)

And now, I present to you, the hilarious results of my wonderful team playing a bridal shower game of toilet paper wedding dress:

Can you guess who was the winner?

love and light,

Trish