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The shower chapter

"Jack of all trades, master of none."
You've heard this before. I like to think of myself as a master of some...just mostly the ones that don't really matter that much. One of my "masteries" that I've written about often is that of being a bridesmaid. You know how I feel about that "always a bridesmaid..." saying. Don't you even complete the sentence in your head! I have been a bridesmaid more than a handful of times. In fact I have an extensive collection of spring hued dresses in my hallway coat closet.
I'd love to write some books one day...lots and lots of books. One of them will be of this very theme, how to be a bridesmaid. I'll address everything from watching out for flirting married groomsmen to being on time for all 10 of the bridal showers (a work in progress for even the best of us).
This particular post is an excerpt from the shower chapter of the future best-seller ;) Not shower like that thing I do twice a week, which is also a key aspect of being a bridesmaid, but instead the bridal shower(s) thrown for the blushing bride.
Knowing as many women as I do (part of the reason why I have been a bridesmaid so many times) I KNOW that there is NO way they love playing the standard Bridal shower "games." I put quotations around the word because I do not consider them games. Do you know why I don't consider them games? Because they are not fun. Games are supposed to be fun and digging through your purse to find an expired coupon, safety pin and loose button is not. We (we as in myself and all the intelligent, capable women I know attending these showers) also do not enjoy wrapping each other's carefully straightened head of hair in toilet paper in hopes that the bride will think it looks like a beautiful veil! Most of the time, even the "winner" of the Toilet Paper Bride "game" ends up looking like a brain surgery patient! Who came UP with this stuff? If we must play games, why don't we stick to the legit ones like Taboo and Guestures?!? I mean really.

What I DO like is that refreshing sherbet punch at all the showers! Yum. Why wouldn't one love sweet rainbow sherbet mixed with a bubbly 2 liter bottle of 7up, all presented in a crystal bowl with matching ladle? Delicious. Now THAT idea was a good one.
I believe that we should be the change we want to see...(a saying I certainly didn't coin) and therefore if Bride is down with it, we should STOP playing these ridiculous games! Why can't we enjoy normal food instead of tiny triangled cucumber sandwiches? We can. Yes we can. Si se puede. Let's make these 3 hour early Saturday afternoon events more fun! And whatever you do (as the wonderfully committed bridesmaid you are) don't leave out the Rainbow Punch!

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