Dread...

So a few of my very dear girlfriends have agreed to go/ drag me "DRESS" shopping on Saturday... I can hear the dramatic music cueing up in the background, can't you?
Someone please explain to me what in heavens name has persuaded women to buy into this idea that we should wear something closely resembling a large pile of whipped cream on what is traditionally touted as the "most important day of our lives?" I mean really- have you tried one of these ridiculous things on- at least since the age of 20?
There is nothing and I mean nothing attractive about putting a woman who is "past her prime" into a puffy, fluffy, ornate WHITE article of clothing...
Now having said that, I do have to say that with my dear friends in tow I believe it will be a fabulously entertaining afternoon of shopping madness. Thank goodness for them or I would never find a way- without wine- to make this a palatable experience. It is almost tempting to take a camera along for posterity and post some of the what promises to be an entertaining moment on this blog... what do you think?