I posted on here a few weeks ago about being invited to a bridal shower with a note inside the invitation asking for cash. I would have declined but FMIL talked me into going. Thought it would be fun to share how things went downhill from that already very low start.
The party was at a small hall in a suburban town, with no parking. The father of the bride was standing outside directing cars to parallel park on the street, or drive three blocks down and park in a church parking lot. Not a great start.
Because the bride had asked only for cash, there was no opening of gifts. This meant a lot of awkward, unfilled time in between bouts of waiting in the very long buffet line. The bride did not come table to table to talk to anyone or say thank you.
THERE WAS A STRIPPER. A male stripper. At a bridal shower. At 1:00 in the afternoon. In a room that was full of mostly grandmother-aged family members of the bride. Fortunately I had left before this happened because I was sick and just having an all-around terrible time, but my FMIL sent me pics. Ewwwwww.
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."