Shower Me with Love

So my bridal shower is this weekend, and I’m a little apprehensive. I’m not really a shower kind of person. I like parties that involve drinks, sparkling conversation, and lots of disco dancing. I am not a big fan of parties that involve me opening presents while everyone oohs and ahhs. It’s not that I mind being the certain of attention, I would just rather that it be because I’m busting a move to “Tragedy” or belting out a little karaoke. Luckily, there will be alcohol at the shower, and I have begged and pleaded for no games. Seriously, I am not wearing a hat made out of ribbons. Who came up with that idea?

I’m not even sure why I am having a shower. It just seemed like one of those things that you do, and so I am doing it, despite the fact that I have avoided some many other of the wedding things I am supposed to do. I feel bad that my friends, particularly my bridesmaids, are having to shell out for shower gifts in addition to wedding gifts. I feel bad that they are going to have to sit through a couple of hours of potential family drama (if I were a religious woman, I’d be lighting candles right now to pray that none of that happens). During the shower, Lord Kissington and the assorted husbands/boyfriends/etc. of the shower guests will be hanging out in a bar. Can I tell you that I’m a little jealous?