It's Okay, Not Great, But Okay

That pretty much sums up the condition of the Green Dress of Fabulousness.

I wouldn't so much say seeing it was anticlimatic, more that I think I'm in the resignation stage. Or I don't have enough energy to work myself up today.

There's a little bit of spotting still around the waist, where a lot of the beer was working its way through the dress. (When I said she poured beer down my dress, I mean it was down inside my dress, right through the cleavage, seeping out all the seams in the bodice.)

The lady at the cleaners said the 'spot lady' didn't want to keep at those spots for fear she would damage the color, but it should come out the next time. The spots are luckily at the sides and shouldn't be noticeable, especially in dim light like a fundraising dinner where I would normally wear it.

I think I'll still wear it to the black tie event on Saturday night, instead of the backup Fuschia Dress of Mediocrity. If something happens to it then, I guess the dress and I aren't meant to be. Just in case, I'll be sure to get pictures ahead of time worthy of its gloriousness.

Someone asked me if I was sure The Incident was a real accident, and not just my friend being mean or jealous. I really can't see it that way, even if I might have had those doubts in my head already. But I really don't think so.

Dry Cleaner Lady asked me I was mad at my friend. I said, no, because it was an accident and really is just a dress. I'm not going to lose a friend over a dress.

Especially a friend who is taking me to a bunch of hockey games this season. She can act like a crazy person and spill beer on me all she wants at a hockey game.

As for fancy events, she's off the list - or I'll keep my distance.

For now, the GDoF is back in its special spot in the closet, draped over its special hanger so the straps aren't stressed. It's nice to have it back home.

Thanks again for listening - and for not telling me I was being crazed and irrational (even if you thought I was). 

:-)