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The Bridal Bailout May 4, 2015

I’m back! Sorry for the missed post on Saturday. Chris and I just got back to Alaska, where we’ll be working again for the summer. It was a whirlwind of a few days, and I didn’t have the chance to post this. But I now present to you: What Should Have Been Saturday’s Post.

We just closed a production of Funny Girl. As I was not in fact playing the Funny Girl, Ms. Fanny Brice, I spent my show running around changing costumes, and every once in a while I danced a few steps.

One of the numbers that I was in was “Beautiful Bride.” I tip walked in a huge costume and looked pretty. It was great.

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But those hip baskets were pretty heavy, and the giant headpiece was a beast as well. But since it was just walking, it wasn’t too bad to balance the extra thirty pounds of weight I had just added to my body.

A few days ago, I was doing the bride number, and everything seemed fine. Until I went up onto the tiny little cake platform. It was two steps high, and the surface I had to stand on was barely large enough to fit both my feet. Well, I was “dancing” on my little platform, and suddenly one of my feet had lost the ground. Normally, I would have just put my lost left foot back onto the platform and continued on with life. But that extra thirty pounds of weight was just too much for me. I began to teeter sideways! (more…)


A Bridal Breakdown: Part Three January 1, 2014

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A lot of brides freak out on their wedding day. Getting cold feet is a totally normal thing. You are, after all, promising to love one person for the rest of your life whilst throwing the biggest party you’ll ever have. Unless of course you win a major award or have an upgrade marriage later on. (more…)


A Bridal Breakdown: Part One December 21, 2013

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My husband and I got married on December 28th. We had a beautiful winter wedding, which I will tell you all about later. In the months before the wedding, I was interning at a theatre. Luckily, I was working with my husband, but being an intern meant having no money and no time to plan a wedding. I was living six hours from the wedding venue and working sixty hours a week. I was a nervous breakdown waiting to happen.

Five days before the wedding, the company decided to have a “Dirty Santa” party. (more…)