What good scotch can do... 9/07/2006

I bought another dress…

a bridal gown, to be exact. Image

I had felt that the first dress that I bought was going to be a little too mother of the bride-ish and since the real mother of the bride would be attending, I should wear something more bride-like.

Before I agreed to buy the dress, I called Gary. He didn’t answer his cell phone. Now, this is all a bit new for me… the idea that I should ‘check in’ with someone else before deciding upon a purchase. I make enough money to make my own decisions… I don’t like the idea of checking with anyone else before making a purchase. But I decided to check in with him…. I expect him to do the same when he is debating buying another piece of brewing equipment. And he did have a problem when I mentioned hair extensions a couple of weeks ago. I mean, really. $776 is a GREAT price for the hair extension AND the labor. He flipped out about it so I didn’t have it done.

So there I was, standing on the dais, viewing myself in the three way mirror, dialing his cell phone number, listening to it roll over to voice mail… which means that he didn’t pick up MY call and chose, instead, to remain on the line with whomever.

Humph. I was a little off-put. ImageTherefore, I bought the dress.

I left the bridal salon quite a bit poorer than I had arrived and began to feel some remorse. After all, we are getting married, combining finances, yadda, yadda, yadda… I should have checked with him first. But it was too late – I couldn’t go back and ask for a refund and then try to buy another dress from the same store later. What to do???

Still wondering how to go about telling Gary of this purchase, I stopped by Beverages and More to pick up champagne and cider for the reception. Gary and I had been in BevMo a couple of weeks prior and he commented on how he wanted a good bottle of scotch. I don’t get scotch but Gary does. He really wanted a nice scotch but wouldn’t buy it for himself. (And I think that if he, a 40 year old man, wants a bottle of scotch, he should have it!) So, I stopped by the scotch case, asked a nice young man to open it, chose a bottle of 18-year old Macallan, and added it in with my purchases.

Gary and I arrived home around the same time that evening. I instructed him to sit and rest his weary body… I had a surprise for him! I poured two fingers of scotch into a glass, told him to close his eyes, and held it under his nose. I could see his nostrils quiver when the aroma wafted up! He sipped, opened his eyes in surprise, and I told him what it was! And how he enjoyed it!!! I waited until he was well into the first glass before I mentioned my day of shopping.

“Oh and by the way, I bought a new dre….” “Huh?” he replied? “A new dress”, I said. He stared at me for a moment then simply said, “I don’t wanna know…”


Heh… Image