January 11, 2010 - 7:00 PM
There it was: this woman's worst nightmare.
At the Lane Events Center on 13th street in Eugene, Oregon's second largest bridal show was held, and because Collin and I are planning on getting married after grad school, my friend thought that it would be fun for her and me to model in the bridal show.
Yeah.
We were accepted into the show after going to a casting call, and were pretty excited about it. Little did we know that the show would take our entire Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Just to top it off not only was it Jessica's birthday and our third best friend's as well.
Because the show was so disorganized, we had to change our plans for the girls' birthdays party after learning about an evening long rehearsal on Friday. Then we learned that we were not getting paid for modeling in the show after driving all over Oregon to attend dress fittings and hair and makeup consultations.
It didn't take long for me to begin to yearn for a court-house wedding and a dinner party afterward.
The expense of weddings permeated the air and started to suffocate me and cut off the oxygen to the part of my brain that was made to fantasize about my wedding day.
I learned a few things:
1. Never will I model again.
2. I don't want to feel as stressed as I did during the show on my wedding day.
3. Women are catty and silly no matter how old or how frivolous the setting.
4. Some men will get jealous when their girlfriends walk across the stage with gay male models (Collin didn't do this, someone else's boyfriend did).
5. I never want to be a hairdresser.
6. People love power.
You know, I could go on about this for hours, but the bottom line is that the experience was not a good one. The only positive thing I have to say about it is that I got to pick apart the dresses I saw in the fashion show.
I find myself again, blogging about the fascinating education that I get outside of the classroom here in Eugene, Oregon.
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