Tonight was the bridal shower for my good friend Karen. There was food and games and general merriment.
I've never been to a bridal shower, but I enjoyed the general atmosphere. It sort of reminded me of Filipino parties my mom throws. We Filipinos are a hoot and a holler, we love games as much as the next group. So I felt pretty at home at Karen's party, though there was a general misunderstanding because they're Mexican and speak Spanish, whereas we're just stuck with plain English. Karen was lovely to translate for us.
For the first game, where we had only a few minutes to make a wedding dress out of a toilet paper roll, I was the model because as Lauren put it, toilet roll in hand, I was smaller and would use less toilet paper to cover. This was disheartening as I wanted to help design. So I modeled our concoction, using a blue steel face and posing dramatically. I think that's what won it for us. Afterwards, everyone went back to their teams to denude. I looked at Elga and Lauren and started to overtly rip off my fake gown, swinging the toilet paper over my head, when I realized that the living room at large wasn't in their own teams, but sitting down and watching me. They laughed, and I rushed over to sit next to Elga, still rolled in toilet paper, hanging my head in shame. She laughed and patted my head, saying in a amused way "Oh George, you're that girl!"
Now, if she means I'm the girl who will cross-genders with Judy to surprise Karen with an impromptu mockery-strip at the end of the party, then I guess I am that girl.
Funnily enough, Karen's mom was the one who suggested it. She even showed us where to get some clothes from Karen's brother's room too. It was just awkward when my--ahem--package fell down during the show and one of Karen's older relatives handed me a banana to continue my dance.
