I go shopping and buy a dress (red, faux wrap dress, I refused to buy black) and a pair of pumps (my other dress shoes were so old that they were falling apart). I look at the weather it's going to be in the low teens to high twenties while we're there (low teens in the mountains). I tell DH that I am just brining a spring jacket so that I don't have to lug a heavy winter coat over half the continent. I can bring a spring jacket and be comfortable.
I'm excited for the trip- between work stress and my mother's death a few weeks away seems like just the ticket.
Today DH sends me a text (he was visiting his sister, mother of the groom). 'you might want to bring your heavy coat- the wedding is outside'
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I figure he's joking. Because who in their right mind plans an outdoor wedding in the mountains, in Canada, in APRIL??
, He's not joking. And it wasn't in the invite. I checked. Fine I text. But I'm not bringing my coat. And I'm not ruining my new shoes traipsing through mud. So if it's cold I will wear my jeans to the wedding and change for the reception. Unless it's a pig roast or something outside.
He thinks I'm joking but I'm really not. I have no interest in standing in a light dress, pantyhose and pumps while the cold arctic wind blows up my skirt so that two people can pledge their love in the outdoors. In april. In Canada. Even with a coat it will be cold.
I'm tired of weddings. I think people are getting carried away. So I will go and smile. In my jeans. And probably create a scandal.
I really hope that there's an open bar.