What are you doing tonight?

I got a phone call early yesterday afternoon. A friend of mine from high school says, "what are you doing tonight?"

Your first response when someone asks you this should be "why?" instead of "nothing". There is always a reason for the question and you always need to give yourself an out!

I learned this much too late.

This phone call wasn't all that innocent, although she wasn't asking all that much of me, she was still asking. Morgan (the friend from high school) explained to me that her friends were putting on this charity fashion show that night and were down one model. She begged and pleaded for me to help. "It's just one dress and then you can go" she said.

My first thought was, how do I get myself out of this? But as I searched for an excuse, I came up short. "okay" I said.(With a lot of reluctance in my voice) After all, it was for charity right?

After driving around lost for 20 min. or so, and then realizing Morgan wasn't even at the event yet, I was less than thrilled to be doing this. I kept saying to myself, It's for charity Lauren. Be nice! 


Once I found the location and the friend of a friend of Morgan's, I felt a bit more comfortable. Once again I had to keep reminding myself How bad could it be? 


Here is where the trick comes in!

As I entered the dressing room I realize that I wasn't just there to model a dress, I was there to model a wedding dress!

The joke really was on me! And of course, Morgan was no where to be found. I couldn't even complain or get up to leave! After all, at this point I am with a friend of a friend. It isn't polite to throw a fit among people you just met!

I tried of my "dress" as instructed. I didn't have the "moment" that brides have when they try on their wedding dress. I wasn't a bride and I wasn't happy. This dress could have been the prettiest dress in all of the world, but it didn't matter, I was still going to pout! I felt large, it was tight. I couldn't sit down and the shoes I had to wear were too small. Couldn't I just get this over with already?

To top it all off, the dress rehearsal totally freaked me out. I am not a model! I am not even close to being graceful in heals, let alone stilettos  that were two sizes too small! I just kept thinking don't fall, don't fall, please don't fall! 


In the end my experience wasn't as terrible as I made it seem. I got to meet a lot of very nice girls, I got to play dress up for a few hours and I got all the attention down that runway. Who could ask for more? Did I mention that it was for charity?

I had escaped with only a single picture, which I will show to you so you can truly experience my embarrassment. Anything for page views right?