I just got back from our local Bridal Show, otherwise referred to by me as “Wedding Wonderland.” (Before my friends and family pass out, NO I am not engaged, betrothed, promised or otherwise, so you can put away the scoreboards.) I have a friend who owns a restaurant here locally, and they had a booth at the show and asked if I could help out for a little bit. The kids were gone for the weekend and my housework was caught up, so I thought, “Sure, it will give me a reason to be up and showered before noon on my day off.”
I have to preface this post with a confession. I was kind of dreading going, not because I didn’t want to help the friend, I actually love the food and thought working the booth would be fun, but I had other reasons for my reluctance. As a non-twenty something, non-hottie, the idea of being surrounded by skinny, giddy brides-to-be was almost nauseating. I could just picture it: little bright-eyed babes, sauntering up and down the aisles of “Wedding Wonderland”, giggling as they tried to decide which feather boa would look best wrapped around their size 2 frame on their wedding night. All the while believing that choosing the right butter cream frosting for their big day would be the determining factor for the success of their marriage.
Being older, more mature, and lets face it - quite familiar with the wedding world – when I first arrived, I thought “Oh how can they fall for all the giddy hype of the wedding industry?” I knew that if it were me, I would never be so naive about the sales tactics of these bridal predators. This was going to be some GOOD people watching today!
So, I went in and got to work. My job today was to go around and talk to the other vendors at “Wedding Wonderland”, giving them our menus and business cards hoping they would direct brides our way for their catering needs. Simple enough. That should only take 30 minutes or so. ANd Bonus, maybe along the way I could grab some nice “swag” giveaways. Piece of cake, literally!
I started out on a mission, that being: Get done and Get out, FAST. However, as I began walking through “Wedding Wonderland”, I began to discover why these brides seem so delusional and giddy the longer they were there. I was dressed up in regular street clothes, no catering uniform or anything, so I blended in with all the girls trolling for swag and happiness. I found myself being approached by every vendor I passed. They didn’t know why I was there, so I was free game.
The first person to approach me walked up and said “Oh you have such pretty hair!” Really? I dye it myself and even sometimes butcher, I mean cut, my bangs myself. But I replied “Why thank you.” I kept walking since I had a job to do. A minute later, another vendor said, “Love your handbag!” Uhhh…okay, thanks. As I worked my way through the people and booths, I unknowingly began to slow down and stop at all the tables, (not just the ones that would be interested in catering), gathering swag and compliments by the handful. I looked at the shoe booth, I ogled the bling, I tasted the yummy cake samples and found myself almost having a good time. I wasn’t digging on the wedding aspect, but for some reason I was feeling really pretty and kinda special. Maybe these things weren’t so bad.
Just as was I about to fall into the trance and drink the proverbial “Beautiful Girl Kool Aid”, I was struck by a lightening bolt of reality. I had just turned the corner of another aisle and a nicely dressed woman with perfect hair and makeup approached me. She said “Wow, you have the most gorgeous complexion! And your makeup is just so perfectly matched with your bone structure and skin tones.” Ehhhh? What? Well okay, whatever. But realized I had heard those exact words somewhere before, but where?? And then it hit me, dangling over her “oh so perfectly coiffed hair”, was a sign for a certain “Home Business Make Up Company” (no name mentioned to protect the innocent, but think pink).
I KNEW where I had heard those words before! It was on the ”lady product” aisle at Wal-Mart. Some “pink selling” lady had said those exact words to me a couple of years back, after stalking me down 2 aisles of shopping. Shortly after her kind words, there came a spiel about “pink company’s” make up and skin care lines. It had been a rouse, a way to get me feeling great long enough to hear her pitch. And it worked.
And now I was falling for it again. I had just spent an hour or so milling about, telling myself that bride or not, I was apparently the bell of the “Wedding Wonderland”! But alas, I was snookered, tricked, bamboozled, falsely flattered! It was all just part of the game. I couldn’t believe I spent that hour thinking and feeling as if I were the most gorgeous creature in the room. Yet in some weird way, I kind of liked it. Stunned and shocked by my own vulnerability, I did what any respectable 40 something year old gal would do in that situation….
I asked when the next bridal show was and wrote it in on my calendar as ”Feel Like a Hottie Day”. I blocked out 6 hours just to be safe…
**follow up** Just for all those who read this…please know that this is written tongue in cheek, and I didn’t mean for this to sound like a plea for compliments. I promise my self esteem is in fair shape (it would have to be or i wouldn’t have just bought my first pair of skinny jean/jeggin’s! who designed those!?!) I have the very BEST friends and family, and am humbled by all your kind words. Use them sparingly or they may just go straight to my “pretty head!” Love you all.
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