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30-Something Girls Gone Wild: A True “Getting Ready” Story

It was this past Friday night somewhere-in-upstate New York, and Brom, Nicole and I are getting ready for our friends’ Ben and Kim’s wedding. We, of course, are running late.

Sure, we had been laying around the hotel room doing nothing for over 2 hours. We had been instructed via mass text message that the groom wants us on the “4:45 shuttle bus.” It’s 4:15 and I’m basically nude, running around like a crazy woman tripping over straightening irons and discarded heels.

“The three of us all meet up in the room’s bathroom at the same time, elbows flying. We try to put makeup and jewelry on relay-style. I don’t think it was a race but if it was, I was definitely losing.”

First… what to wear? Yes, we drove in and took trains from various places with packed bags but no one knows for sure what to wear until we get each others’ opinions on the matter. Between three of us in the room, we have a total of 8 or 9 dresses. Also, the truth is – Brom knows what dress looks best but she needs convincing because there is already a splatter of her wearing that very outfit at another wedding on Facebook. I assure her that it’s ridiculous to make clothing choices based on Facebook photos. I mean, is this the world we live in? She finally agrees although she insists on finding a necklace that will make her outfit slightly “different” from the Facebook one. Nicole comes to the rescue with a coral colored necklace from her stash. Boom. Done.

Next. Apparently – none of us fit into our dresses. Err. I mean – zippers these days! Am I right? A lot of acrobatics ensue – involving the “dressee” holding her arms above her head, while the other two “dressers” cinch the dress and try to get the zipper up. I like to call this event “exercise.” Once we are finally dressed, it’s 4:35 and we frantically run to the bathroom for makeup and accessories.

The three of us all meet up in the room’s bathroom at the same time, elbows flying. We try to put makeup and jewelry on relay-style. I don’t think it was a race but if it was, I was definitely losing. Shocking, I know… since I’m nicknamed “Turtle” and get laughed at when I attempt to “run.” (My arms are flaily!) Suddenly, the last conversation that I ever thought to take place makes its way into reality:

Brom:

    Do you have any glittery stuff?

Me:

    Actually, yes.

I guess to the normal reader, this don’t sound that strange. But if you knew Brom – who would never have want for “glittery stuff” or if you knew me – who would never own “glittery stuff,” then you’d know that exchange was quite an anomaly.

Anyway – here we are.

I hand her the glittery stuff which, like any cool makeupy stuff I own, a friend gave me for free from an event at her promotions company. While Brom quickly applies the glittery stuff to her eyelids, Nicole adjusts her dress, and I try on different earring choices. These are important decisions.

Just at this moment – with all of us staring at ourselves, three in a row in the mirror – we realize something. Something… incredible.

YOU GUYS! We match! We’re coordinated!

My orange dress matches Brom’s coral colored necklace, which matches the belt on Nicole’s dress! How exciting! Once we realized this pretty inconsequential coincidence of MIND-BLOWING coordination, we react like any 30-somethings would: We grab each others’ hands and literally start to jump up and down, screaming “Yaaaay!!” with excitement.

The Girls: Me, Wendy, Sara (aka. Brom) & Nicole

All of this celebration comes to a very abrupt stop. Why? Because that’s when we realize – glitter is everywhere. Why again? Because Brom was holding the glittery stuff in her hand while the excited jumping occurred. Whoops. A quick moment of panic silences us. And then – I go into superwoman mode. I haven’t been a bridesmaid 7 times and learned nothing!

I quickly grab the hairdryer-attached-to-the-wall (Thanks, Hampton Inn!) and promptly start blowing hot air on Brom to clean off her dress.

Boom. Done.

The clock says 4:43 so Nicole and Brom start running for the door, shoes in hand, purses half-packed… and then: My environment conscientiousness hits. The lights! We can’t leave all the lights on?! I run back in the room and start turning lights off. The girls yell at me that we’re already late and what the heck am I doing.

Okay fine.

We run out the door, run down the hallway to the lobby of the hotel and – the bus is already gone. We missed it.

Now, what are we going to do with a free 30 minutes until the next shuttle comes?

POST SCRIPT: (Is that allowed in a blog? Whatever I own this site – it is now.)
While writing this, I had a realization: This is probably the girliest any of us have ever been – or admitted to being. We were always the girls who threw on jeans, and showed up late to the party because we made a stop at the Bulls Head Diner for Egg and Cheeses. Oh, how the times have changed! I thought I turned into a woman at 13 – at my Bat Mitzvah – but clearly, you don’t turn into a woman until you’re in your 30’s and surrounded by your closest girl friends, getting ready for one of your childhood friend’s weddings.

Congrats, Ben & Kim!

Blue Dress Photo Credit: Melodi T.

3 thoughts on “30-Something Girls Gone Wild: A True “Getting Ready” Story

  1. Pingback: Exclusive Interview with Bridesmaiding’s Rachel Rosenthal « 27messes

  2. Dr. Stephanie Goldstein

    Thank you so much for a rip-roaring laugh. Rachel, you are a gem. Do bridesmaids get gemstones? How clever; what an entrepreneur. Didn’t see the void in the market till you pointed it out; how blind we were. Women everywhere owe you a debt of gratitude. With so much love, Aunt Stephanie

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