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ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID NEVER A BRIDE

ALWAYS A BRIDE NEVER A BRIDESMAID

What do you call twenty-eight women sitting in the living room spreading melted Brie over rice crackers, pounding back the cocktails and yapping like crows sitting on a fence? If you said Tuesday night book club night you’d be close. In fact this was a bridal shower, for my cousin Francine’s daughter, Helen.

It’s been a custom for decades now to shower new brides- to-be with things that will help them set up a household but brides today have either lived on their own and collected their trousseau or in Helen’s case been down the alter more than once. That being said, this time around Helen has had a household shower, a teacup shower and then the one I was invited to, boudoir shower. Boudoir shower is French for being registered on the Sexy-R-us web site. Since she’s on her third marriage I think Helen needs a frequent flyer card for a divorce lawyer, not another pair of chocolate under-pants.

I don’t like boudoir showers. I won’t go to Candle parties because I don’t like people knowing what scent I use so I have no interest in opening paraphernalia for intimate relations. I wasn’t a complete party pooper. I bought her an over the bra that lifted and separated which Helen would likely be doing soon.

Amidst the some hot pot stickers and mini quiche I thought about how showers have changed.

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