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Weddings. Of Doom. (A Guest Post with Laura Hunsaker)

*ETA: This was supposed to have gone live on Saturday, April 14. I didn’t have all the pictures though (totally my fault) – and then I had no internet… so obviously that didn’t happen. But now I’m home and have pictures – so here we go! Yay!

Friends, you might remember I’m out of town. If you know anything about romance-land, you’ll know that the Romantic Times Booklovers’ Convention is taking place this weekend, in Chicago. I’m not in Chicago. I’ve been bitching about this trip for quite some time. (Those of you who follow me on twitter… well first of all – thanks and kudos, because I probably would have unfollowed me way long ago… Or those I chat with know. I’m not a happy camper about it this weekend.) Anyway, I was bitching about this dress. And Laura Hunsaker was all “I have a bridesmaid dress. That never was. And I’m wearing it everywhere.” So I was all ZOMG WOT?!

I totally admire her, and I think it’s pretty awesome. I’ve always wanted to wear my prom dress to random places. Unfortunately I can’t fit into it now… (Although now now I might be able to…) and I’ve always lacked the courage. I also didn’t want to do it alone. And none of my friends are adventurous enough. Also maybe they’re all bitches. I don’t know. But anyway, here is Ms. Laura to talk about her dress!

What, This Old Thing?

In every single wedding I’ve ever been in, the bride tells the bridesmaids “Don’t you love the dress? And the best part is, you can wear it again.”

How many of you are groaning at that line? I’m rolling my eyes and thinking of the peach, satin, ruffled confection that made me look like an 80s version of Little Bo Peep.  When on earth would I ever wear that again?

Well, I have a fabulous black gown, that unfortunately, I will never wear. The wedding was cancelled, and I’m stuck with a gown. Being that I live in Las Vegas, I thought, there has got to be somewhere I can wear this thing, right? So with a husband pushing me to sell the dress, and me pushing him to take me out to a show in the dress, I took matters into my own hands. I will get my money out of this gown.

I decided to do all of my normal activities in this gown. I am writing this post in THE GOWN.

I went to my daughter’s riding lessons in THE GOWN. (note: I tried to ride sidesaddle, but I kept slipping off. It’s too dang hard to climb up in a floor length dress to ride astride! Notice my lovely paddock boots?)

I got my hair done in THE GOWN.

I got a coffee in THE GOWN.

I babysat my nephew in THE GOWN.

I went down a slide in THE GOWN.

So tell me when (if ever) you’ve worn a bridesmaid gown after the wedding. Or where else you think I should wear my bridesmaid gown?

I want to hear too! (I also didn’t look half as good as Laura in what I affectionately called “the magpie dress.”) Laura has also very generously offered up a copy of her ebook, so let us know if you’d like to be part of the drawing too! I can’t wait to hear about any bridesmaid dresses. Or dresses you’ve bought in general for an event. Or where Laura should wear hers – cuz you know we’re going to demand pictures!

Emergency Post & the Ultimate Harlequin Presents

So, if this goes live it means a) I’m away and b) I’ve had no internet connection. This likely also means c) I’m a twitchy mess, and also d) EXTREMELY UNHAPPY*. I will have my phone with me, but there’s only so much a phone can do. You know what makes me happy though? Discussion.

[In case you were asking/wondering? No, no I’m not above blatant pandering. Maybe that’s where my latent lawyer tendencies/characteristics can be found… ba dum bump]

Anyway – I submit to you all.

Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. The ultimate Harlequin Presents. If it weren’t 3:21 AM I’d google to see when the first was written/published. (Which might completely destroy my theory.) But I have to drive 15 hours today. And did I mention driving makes me sleepy? And sleepy means falling asleep at the wheel? So… the faster I get done with this post the better.

But I have to say it.

Hear me out. Young (extremely, although not really. She’s… ack I haven’t read it all in too long. In her mid 20s right? 24? I say not really because some HP heroines are 19 which… *gag+shudders*) – naive, gauche. Awkward, shy, socially inept. And yet the über hero loves her. Maxim! De Winter! He who owns Manderley. Oh and did we mention he has/d an evil ex? And he’s all bitter now?

So… rich, entitled alphahole hero. Who decides he’s going to marry the heroine – never tells her he loves her, and calls her a “little idiot.” And they get married and it’s all miserable. Then the shit hits the fan and he’s all “I luuuurve you!!” And she’s all “well now! That’s awesome!” and then… stuff and happy ending.

I know, cliffs notes is just this close –> <– to beating down my door right now to get me to write for them.

Just wait until you hear me summarize history.

Back to the topic at hand. (Hahaha as if there’s anything to be off topic about…) Before the rock throwing begins – I like Rebecca. A lot. Sometimes I’m not even sure why. (But maybe next time I’ll share some of its amazing quotes.) And I also enjoy Harlequin Presents. Even some that make me roll my eyes so hard I almost hurt myself. (Ok so those I like less, but sometimes I can enjoy them if the TSTL is wiped out.)

It’s also 3:26 AM which means shut up time. Hope you’re all having a wonderful weekend!

Unless you’re at RT. Then I hope you trip on something.

Unless you got me something. Then I heart you.

[I don’t expect anyone there has though, so eff ’em.]

And if you’ve stuck with me this far… if you answer my questions – or whatever – chime in on the topic you can win a book by Maggie Robinson. Because she’s awesome.

*Extremely Unhappy allcaps means I’m fucking pissed off and looking to shank someone. Will be resourceful and make weapons out of items in my purse even. Snapped off lip gloss wand (possibly sharpened) would do some damage. Especially to the face. By which I mean the eyes. <– Don’t piss off Lime.