Last weekend I attended a bridal shower for John's sister, Juli. This marks the beginning of at least five wedding—and all the showers and bachelor(ette) parties that go with them—we will be a part of this year.
This was my first bridal shower, to the horror of many 30+ year old women in pink dresses who would then look down motherly at me: "you'd better get used to it". John came with me to say hello to everyone and then retire with the men and small girls to lunch at an Irish pub. I jokingly expressed my wish that they would sing some good Irish drinking songs to John's step-father, who responded with an honest look, "I know you'd rather be coming with the guys".
Luckily Juli is an amazing person, and although she put on a good show in a sun dress for the occasion, I knew she also felt out of place. You have to understand, this is the woman whose gift registry list is full of power tools. I had to laugh when I saw "nail and file set from sears" on there when I realized she was talking about hardware. And although I had to put up with everyone taunting her about breaking the gift ribbons and guessing how soon it would be until she had children, it was all worth it to see the look on her face when she opened her new table saw, saber saw (with laser guide), and a half a dozen combination squares.
Happy pre-wedding bliss, Juli!
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