I've been invited to a wedding. In fact I have invited me, I have invited the Intimate and its attachment, which happens to me. To me at this point in my life, included as an attachment on either side, I am very lazy. I already want to be a garment, much more than bow. But this bodorrio to me by way pegadillo coupling of female companion, I would not miss for anything, because if a wedding is picturesque in itself, can not imagine a guild produced within the star, can be wild. Mating
The groom has worked until two days to box and train fighters, and also with fame and glitz. And for two days our work in this body of lighting that is mounted and dismounted and light and puts the event colorcillo cultural and employers. This means that the wedding is going to be three types of guests:
A) The bride's
B) Friends of the groom boxers
C) Friends of the groom stars
The event is held on a farm with three rooms for three simultaneous weddings, but in this case, the landowners have had the courtesy to let us caution the whole space to ourselves and we do not bother anyone. And this has been the most sensible, because I already imagined the drunk A Wedding A, passing pa'fuera elbows, with our wedding drunk B B, and starting the regular dialogue:
(Drunk A, his other): - "And you queg you looking at?"
(Drunk B, typical of us): - "what m'adicho Oops! My legion! "
's it, mounted the San Quentin, I know I would not have another option. Of truth in our world fame take fighters, but as for animals, I say, that the star guild full of people used to load and unload equipment and a half tons, break your neck or other anatomical parts against trusses and scenery, all in spliced \u200b\u200bgolf and archived maldurmiendo like sardines on buses for months, enduring and adapted to all los vicios de la farándula… en este gremio señores, se carda pero que muy bien la lana. Si en esta boda se vieran implicados civiles ajenos a ella podría resultar muy peligroso, vamos que soy yo parte y mitad de los casantes y ni reservaría habitación para la noche de boda, ni nada. Directamente pediría cita con el abogado en el cuartelillo para eso de las once.
A parte del añadido de emoción que supone un comedor con dos mesas enteras de invitados luceros sabiamente combinadas con otras dos mesas de invitados boxeadores, a parte de esto, debo confesar aquí y en público con un pelín de rubor, que yo voy encantada porque es que a mi y en el fondo las bodas me gustan mucho.
Ya sé which is not usual, they often do you get the invitation, you start to think about what you put in the gift, the date always falls on a weekend inappropriate in the audience including relatives firecrackers and the touching Paripe do, and all at once, as in Fuente Ovejuna, memories start to the deceased relatives of the host. However, I do not, I'm grateful and invited four times (four, no more, and two of them in my bag concept ex) who have invited me to weddings in my thirty-four years of life, I have held to clapping.
I know full well that each covers the gaps as you can and my love of weddings is my way of compensate for the lack of glamor that is prevalent in my life. I am delighted to work with jeans and sneakers and not have to be subject to the heel and the gray suit each of my days. But I am thrilled that you can also dress up a princess for a day, and of course I will not do to go to Carrefour.
I never envied the white girlfriend who will neither have I ever aspired to that office. To me what I really like is the guest of long shots. In reality, what is that someone would fill me call me from time to time to attend a film premiere mega accompanied arm and go (and everything else, it would be good) because I do not know, let's put that George Clooney, for example. I see myself there, shining down from the mega drive from the other world that I had yesterday, and stamping with panache and grace the red carpet while GC gives me a foothold in the palm of your hand open with just a bit bent and fingertips with back a tad skewed (Ouch! sigh). But, as I have not found exactly where you have to sign for the invite to this, I'm currently breaded with MEGAPARTY weddings.
I like all women my age with a certain anticipation of social life, I include in my wardrobe (in the case of mine is fine in the abyss) a few party dresses to go to any of the Jet soiree most proper and timely. In case the act requires a more pious and demure, like a funeral, I have a classic tuxedo female makings though, that I resolved a lot in the night, in winter, and black, in late . All pensadísimo. Too bad people around me get married so little (and I do not want that now begin to die, no, no), that 'Gen Santa what you're amortized cost.
So when I reached the fifth invitation in the making, I gave my heart a beat and I do not mind at all that was not in the form of bag or fanny pack, that I went to my palms were those I told you of before. Then I proceeded to dust off my outfits, but the fate or gods! What you are about farts, but farts!. It is thanks to the hormones prescribed, not proscribed by my doctor (this brutal difference of one letter to me by my friend Theresa discovered a brilliant philosopher of life, talented writer with a sense of humor hilarious. Baby, I create platform "QTPY" (to get published now)). Absolutely essential before dispersing said that thanks to these hormones, we have achieved what I had not ever gotten before, shoot me a chest and butt, yes, are splendid (I believe the latter if it were more turgid course passing through Brazil) but I do not fit in anywhere.
I have tried to be creative and have exchanged views with little things, in addition to creative is a dressmaker, but I told her "daughter, believe it or not, in this case costs much less put it out." So after weeks denying the evidence, yesterday I had to admit that I had to revert back my money and invested in mortgage and find a suitable outfit for my new size.
This seems irrelevant, but as you will see later. When you do not drive much idealized the idea of \u200b\u200bdriving, and is creating images in his head future moments where the protagonist is the same and your car. My sister She told me that ecstasy was visualized with electronic control of the car, pressing the button, making pip-pip and entering before the world observant to sit in the seat behind the wheel.
Well for me, the glorious moment imagined, was that in which I would go with my Luisi (although at the time imaginative, or even knew me or had a name) to pick up my mother (who has not ever driven and is without doing so) was to go wherever the two close together on a spree to any Factory in the face of Madrid. For those who do not know the Factory are malls where you sell everything Outlet, or what is the same off-season. All clothing firm but much cheaper than usual. In my dreams, the two we were alone, without men, without a father, just the girls. Because my father is a saint who not only does not complain if you happen Factory, but it is even able to find fun looking for the best socks in the store Punto Blanco, but I know that this is not common and The shop also runs out to him much sooner than we desire to keep looking and trying on clothes.
lie Well it seems, but since I've got the card a long year ago, still had not found the hole leave agenda for the two times face value in Luisi and shopping time. And yesterday, with the excuse rematísimo wedding and final sales, and collecting an exquisite piece of plum cake gage running my mother was the day.
Yesterday I took my Luisi and went to find my mother of my love to go both together at the Village of Las Rozas, that within the Outlet is much more, and even has stores Versace and Carolina Herrera ...
The goal in mind was to find something suitable that I could put the event without tarnish my particular style, it was spectacular to be possible at the same time discreet and appropriate and that made me feel comfortable as a second skin completely natural me. Were therefore excluded all prom outfits kind of American movie of the eighties, and sister or other close family of the bride (mind you her mother or me I put it!), I do not know why, but are never much liked. Come on, that the basic objective was to dress to the premiere with GC and not for a wedding in the company of I. Another equally basic objective was to spend as little as possible, much better if it reached three figures.
So the task was difficult. But we, inaccessible to despondency and well trained, we arrived at five and a half and started working our points of interest: any store which may have in a dress casual. At eight-thirty I had tried two outfits drinking, indecent tropocientos (god What laughter and Luccin Vitorio!, what euphemism to describe this vintage old!) and we were already crippled, with sore feet, it was time to decide, and the decision was to buy the cheapest which was also where " more so "it seemed to me (and you know how is something" more so "is not bad but not perfect). We went to the store of Jesus del Pozo.
But just to get my strength abandoned me and I grabbed the arm of the assistant (or threw me on his shoulders?) To clear my despairing soul chubby blisters and two seconds to mourn and told him that was what I really wanted: "Look, I just want to be dramatic without being tacky, and Ana Belén" (so I understand, I know it's the muse of J P and free clothes.) And I said, I had tried that dress (pointing), but was beginning to think that perhaps a spectacular skirt and I would couple it something ... There was my mother who lost strength and presence and almost no places to mourn, because is your style, but if my long hair grab me out of the store. But the shop, despite being about to close, I looked with tender eyes, chin firm and secure and began to show skirts and more spectacular each and very long skirts, full Cancano and fruits of frustration. I almost delirious and I had already returned the blood to the body and color to the face. Imbued with the frenzy that quasi Pretti Woman (I say quasi because it perceives a brutal difference: where it comes I do not see a hard and where it does not pay a wool I leave, you see that silly, and not to mention Richard Gere) . Anyway, this Despiporre, I no longer remember if it was she or was I who suggested trying a skirt as a dress, and said and done, skirt strapless breast height (the neck, not my chest, but also is very full and reliable) and chest scarf knotted under way with cute little bow empire style. Hey, spectacular skirt two sizes to mine for it to come at that height, I was like a foot-length dress that left little ahead poke the tip of my Converses fuchsia and back had a small tail that dragged slightly, just enough to impose dignity without one the were pressed. I ran around the store and no customers, collecting refajillos and imagining that my heels cracked glass Cinderella to pinpoint which of losing, and try to be fine: flip myself.
not thought about me. I paid the amount and doubled and redoubled until you get to put that much volume in a bag.
today before going to work I returned to delight seeing hanging in my closet and everything that I find are virtues: from the two larger sizes, which will drag on with my body and my various states, to the inability to meet the same outfit in the wedding dress. And finally and best: his slacks while still allowing me to wear purple stylized eating, without pressing, unmarked or a tripilla or inadequate volume, which is the goal I set out to accomplish tamibén at this wedding. That and the give me a million laughs with Cosita, which also comes into this event.
PS: Mommy, a kiss and thank you very much. Bells cake, as always.
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