  Bridesmaid dresses are, by tradition, pretty heinous garments. I've been a bridesmaid four times so far. Yeah, I'm pretty much never going to get married. Anyway, up until last summer, I had really been pretty fortunate in the dress department.
That all changed last August. The dress was red. Really red. And it was strapless. And it was 90+ degrees out. Just to make things a little bit more fun, the wedding, which happened to occur on my birthday, was dry . As in, no alcohol. And did I mention that the groom and I had a, shall we say, complicated relationship in the summer of 2000? I didn't want to be in the wedding, and I sure as heck didn't want to wear that dress. Ugly thing wasn't cheap, either.
Over $200 dollars for what was basically a tube of satin. Bastards. But that fiasco proved something to me. Even the biggest fiasco can have its benefits. This is especially true when most of the wedding party brings their own booze and drinks in the parking lot. Classy . In a true case of making lemons from lemonade, however, it turned out that the wretched dress was the exact same color as my kick-ass sleeper sofa. Can you say "throw pillows"? 
