Dress, from long ago; bright blue shoes, from Payless long ago, as well; jewelry, miscellaneous.
This little white dress is my personal piece of history. It has, quite literally, seen every exciting adventure in my life. The very first time I wore it was for a black & white formal party several years ago. I got it on sale, I believe, for ten dollars, which is a steal for such an exquisite dress. I ended up pairing it with some very skinny jeans & white heels (yes; I, too, can’t believe that I actually managed to successfully wear heels all night at a rowdy, drunken party. Amazing.).
That night ended far too soon when a few dozen police came to shut the party down. I was the most sober person there, having only had one wine cooler & a few jell-o shots (I forgot to mention that those were my wilder days), but I certainly shouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel. Regretfully, I was forced to be the designated driver for a few of my friends, because of a misunderstanding of who would be drinking & who wouldn’t. So there I was, trying to back out of a culdesac with 20 cops staring me down, waiting for me to crash into them. I was so full of shame & humiliation, although I can laugh at it now. That was the last time I ever drove while slightly under the influence. Never again, I tell you.
The second adventure in this dress was when I went to see Death Cab for Cutie in concert. Again, I paired The Dress with skinny jeans, flats & a long, brown cardigan. This was two Decembers ago, when Lover & I had first started dating. After our first date, he bought these tickets instantly, after noting that I adored the band. The day after our first date, he told me he scored two tickets to see them in Long Beach. I replied, “Oh, awesome! Well… have a good time & tell me how it is!” not realizing that he had bought them for me. I was very surprised at his random act of kindness, but most surprised that he had actually been paying attention to what I was saying on our first date. Those results are not typical, mind you.
Needless to say, the concert was spectacular & my very first, at that. It was one of the most romantic vacations I’ve ever had with my now-husband. Not to mention, the hotel we stayed in was luxurious. It was a magical night, & in the end, I was very impressed with this fellow who was wooing me with all of his might. I suppose that is why I married him.
Which brings me to the next adventure: our wedding day; or, rather… our wedding night.
I’ve mentioned before that Lover & I eloped to Las Vegas on Christmas night, although it wasn’t really so spur of the moment. We had sat around in our underwear for several hours talking & contemplating on whether or not we should get married that night. After much talk, we felt it was the perfect plan & eventually, we mustered up enough courage to do it. At 6 o’clock that evening, we started to drive to Las Vegas.
Before we left, I told him we should at least try to make ourselves look nice & not so “elopey.” (My mother & father eloped, as well as Lover’s parents; if I’m not correct, they were all married in blue jeans & t-shirts, & I certainly didn’t want that.) I wore The Dress with skinny black jeans, & he wore a white button up shirt with skinny black jeans. We were matching & our pictures turned out splendid because of this.
I had originally planned to wear some very cute white heels with my ensemble, but knowing that I would be driving for three hours straight, I chose to wear something a bit more comfortable: these very bright blue, mesh flats. Being so caught up in the moment & excitement, I forgot to put the other more appropriate shoes on when we arrived at the chapel. Thus, my “something blue” ending up being those shockingly blue flats, which I think is just hilarious. I’m so glad we have a picture of me wearing them.
Naturally, our wedding wasn’t very fancy, but we didn’t want it to be. We had been talking about eloping long before we were even engaged. We didn’t want frills or flowers; we wanted complete focus on our love & romance. We would have rather eloped, than spend money we didn’t have on an exclusive, extravagant wedding. It worked beautifully for us, & we wouldn’t have had it any other way. Our little wedding was absolutely blissful. To try to put that night into understandable words would make the night less meaningful. Our pictures say what I cannot.
& all of this is especially sentimental, because today is a mini-anniversary. We’ve been married for 6 months.