And the count continues…

The other day, my gay buds and I ran to the theater to catch the movie 27 Dresses.

Yes, I know that it’s cheesy and totally a “chick flick”.

Hey, I am girl after all. And yes, I DO have brain cells. And yes, I do enjoy the thought-provoking cinema. And yes, I appreciate intelligent dialogue.

BUT every once in awhile, the girly-girl in me wins and there I am: grabbing my popcorn, pickle and soda pop at the concession stand with “Chick-flick” (starring Julia-Reese-Katherine-Rachel) ticket stub in hand.

As I sat there watching, eyes glued to the screen since I somehow felt that that was ME up there. I thought of my own run up to the altar…but only, as a supporting role. (Not that I am in any rush to get married.)

You know what grandma used to say “Mejor sola que mal acompañada.”

Rough translation: “Rather be single than with bad company.”

Grandma is very wise.

So with that said…I move on to other things: my own dress count!

At last count and using all my fingers to keep tabs…I think the running tab is a whopping: 11. Granted, it’s not quite 27, but it’s still a hefty amount.

11 dresses that have been discarded, left at my parents’ house, some I have outgrown (junior bridesmaid), and some were just too hedious to admit that I have worn.

And NONE were ever used again! And it seems like I am not the only one: Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

So as the movie moved along…something caught my eye. I rubbed them and I did a double-take. Was that ME up on the big screen…my big movie debut??!! Then reality sunk in and my fuzzy vision cleared up (from the 2 or 3 tears I shed while watching)….

Samedress

Then only then, did it all make sense–it was just the same dress.

That wasn’t me up there after all…that was Katherine Heigl.

Must run along now! I have another bride to make happy. (No seriously….travelling to Manila next week for a wedding!)

I wonder what dress awaits me….hmm…..

Chibbi