Hiya America!

I am finally back home after an extended vacation. Out of all the things to think about before going abroad a volcano eruption was certainly not something I had anticipated. If you have been keeping up with the Dookyblog then you already know that I went to England for my cousin's wedding and feared that as a bridesmaid I would end up looking hideous. Luckily, the dress was not as bad as I had thought and all was well for the most part. I had a great time in England and definitely felt a bit of a culture shock. Below are a few things I learned abroad: 1. Everyone says "Hiya"; not "Hello", "Hi", "Hey", or "What's Up". Just "Hiya". 2. When someone says "cheers" they are not about to make a toast; they are saying "thank you". 3. Most houses, most commonly called flats are not equipped with dryers, so be prepared to hang your clothes everywhere if you want them to dry. Oh, how I missed my dryer. 4. If you are a card carrying member of "Overpackers Not-so Anonymous" like me then feel free to laugh at everyone who tells you not to pack so much. My over packing helped me survive the extra week. 5. What we refer to as "fanny packs" are known as "bun bags" in England. Turns out that in their culture "fanny" means "vagina". I learned that one the hard way. 6. For those of you who are not fans of the typical English breakfast shown below head to your local grocery store and befriend a jar of Nutella. 7. If you want to look "fashionable" then wear false eyelashes, hair so big it almost rivals Snooki's from Jersey Shore, a bright orange tan, and a denim on denim outfit with Union Jack Ugg boots. If you want to walk around without being laughed at by me then don't wear any of that. Below are some pictures from my trip for your viewing pleasure:
You can see all of London from here (the thing that looks like a ferris wheel). I wasn't willing to wait an hour in line though.
This person was protesting against everything from Marks and Spencer's to Sri Lanka, to concentration camps. It was hilarious. My advice for protesters is to choose ONE thing and run with it; don't protest everything.
Big Ben. Funny story: I almost bought my friend a condom that said, "Have you seen Big Ben?", but then remembered my father's name is Ben and that would just be horrbily awkward.
A "performance artist" whose job is to not really perfom;just stand there like the tin man.
A positive aspect of my extended vacation was that I got to attend London's Alternative Fashion Week. Yes, there was a silver lining.
Oh hey! That's me being very touristy in my trenchcoat which they refer to as a "Mac". Why? I'll google it and get back to you because no one else seemed to know why.
In case you were wondering how I survived the extra week I was lucky enough to have stayed with family during my time there. So, no I was not stranded at the airport. Hallelujah, holla back!
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Always A Bridemaid…

I am currently counting down the days (7 days) until my upcoming trip to the United Kingdom. I will be bouncing around Liverpool, Birmingham, and of course London for most of April. The primary reason for the trip is to attend my cousin's wedding where I will be a bridesmaid, again. I've never been to a wedding a just a guest. Somehow I am always roped in to be a part of the wedding party. Not that I mind, but I've dealt with my share of bridezillas. And, no I don't have "27 Dresses"...yet. Speaking of bridezillas, let me share with you my ultimate bridezilla moment: My aunt got married a few years ago and enlisted me as a bridesmaid. Not only were we forced to buy expensive Indian Remy weaves, she outfitted us in bubble gum Pepto Bismol pink dresses. I didn't even get to the hideous part yet. She wanted us to wear matching silver jewelry (earrings, necklace, and bracelet) which would've been okay except that I am allergic to silver jewelry. If worn I break out in hives. When I told her this she just about broke down and cried. Then she proclaimed that I would ruin her wedding if I didn't wear the jewelry. So being the trooper that I am I decided to at least wear the silver bracelet. So, of course I eventually broke out in hives and was itching my arm beyond belief. The wedding planner notices and rushes me to the ladies room where she busts out some Neosporin to put on my arm. That would've been okay except for the fact that I am also allergic to Neosporin. Obviously the hives grew worse after that. The end. I have a fear that this time around I will be walking down the isle in Birmingham looking like a sparkly candy cane because I've been outfitted with a red dress, cream- colored wrap and gold accessories. Well, at least they listened to me this time around when I told them about my allergies. Below are some pictures of hideous bridesmaid outfits. It gives me hope knowing that things could be worse:
I'm not going to lie. With an extra yard of fabric my dress could've looked like this. Honestly, it's very similar.
Were they going to a wedding or Solid Gold dancer auditions?
No words.
I never understood the ugly bridesmaid thing. Why would you want your friends to look bad? It's either a lot of brides are insecure or they just have bad taste. Maybe a little bit of both. Your friends are a reflection of you, so make them look as fly as possible.
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