Last night, I went to the bridal salon (where I bought my dress) with my mother and FMIL so they can pick out dresses. Side note: I have a great relationship with my mother. I adore my FMIL. And they both get along famously. I'm lucky. Of course, it seemed only natural for all three of us to go together.
So we got there, they picked out dresses and started trying them on. While I was sitting, a woman that works there came over to me and said, "You either must be really crazy or drunk. Coming with both of them together...at the same time!?!? Good luck, honey!"