tugging and tuxedos

So this weekend began with Mom and I going to Lady Grace for undergarments. As my dress fitting is next Saturday *gasp* I must bring shoes and what goes under the dress. so off we go and meet Rosalie, who is about 75 with jet black hair, red lipstick and the requisite measuring tape hanging from her neck. With many punctuations of "sweetie" "honey" and "dahling" I am measured in the store (and forget about it there's no WAY I am disclosing those numbers) and I start to look at one piece "shapers" that essentially make everything look more smooth and such. Into the fitting room I go, with Mom and Rosalie in tow. The full hilarity of me standing in just underwear, no bra, with Rosalie yanking on the front and Mom yanking on the back and me holding on to the wall for dear life cannot be fully described. Then we were on to 2 piece items, for comparison. I never felt more like Rose from Titanic.
After making our purchases, Mom went off to a meeting at church and I went back home to prepare to journey north to one of the the best man Derek's home in Maine to watch Wrestlemania. Up we go to Maine and the guys go off to all get fitted for their tuxes, no girls allowed. I promise I will post pictures soon - they are hilarious. I charged Derek with the task of pictures, as I was not permitted to attend. Dereks' wife and daughter and myself hung out and had a girls day at the mall, and the antique place. Very fun. Wrestlemania was really not bad... I must say it's that bad. I mean it's something Rob and I can watch together, Rob to relive his "glory days" of wrestling and I get the chance to secretly ogle men in tight pants. "Honey did you see that move? That was awesome!" "Oh yes indeed that was....awesome." The testoterone is always at an all time high, I frequently feel as if I should grunt and scratch just to fit in. But I don't. It's not ladylike. :)