headed to the eastern seaboard

(of michigan) to try on bridesmaid dresses this weekend. i'm going to be poked and prodded by some cranky elderly woman who could quite possibly make a snarky comment about my height or hip measurements. this seems to usually be the case when i'm measured for dresses. once (in auditory distance of fatty) a woman measuring me asked how padded my bra was. when i tried to mime it for her, she totally called me out and was like "so, really padded." f you, lady!!

in other news, people are peeping into tanning booths in wyoming, mich. i just heard it on the news. if skin cancer and tangerine skin tones weren't enough to deter teenagers and pageant participants from using tanning beds, perhaps this bit of news might be the piece of the puzzle that ends the ghastly practice. back in high school, i used a tanning booth and disliked the fact that i left smelling like a piece of baked marzipan.

so, it's off to detroit i go. a little fun with friends and elderly seamstresses, and quite possible a trip to greek town, corktown or mexican town. it's been way too long.

ave atque vale!