My Trip to New York Part One of Three: I hate David's Bridal...

First off, my trip in New York was amazing! I had such a blast every minute and loved being engulfed in the ‘big city’ life again. My favorite moments was not running around Times Square or enjoying the night life that I have missed being here in Alabama, but sitting on the couch with Stevie into the wee hours of the morning just sitting cross-legged, eating Halloween candy, drinking wine, and talking about anything and everything! It was nice to sit on the same couch we did while we both lived back in Seattle and it felt as if nothing had changed… even though both of our lives have been changed radically. Our scenery may have changed, but our friendship has not.

Next up: pictures! Friend got together and celebrated over several bottles of wine and champagne toasting Stevie and Kyle’s engagement all night. The party may have not been what we were expecting but as any good party does, it rolled with the punches and we still had a blast until the bar kicked us out. You can tell from the pictures that even though it may have been a classy affair, the guests weren’t necessarily! (Please note these pictures were taken at the engagement party thrown at a friend’s apartment; the bar didn’t look like this!)

Best Friends Reunited

The Gang... after several bottles of wine!

Bridesmaids and Bride

The Maid of Honor and Best Man trying to be as serious as possible...


The next day Stevie, the two other bridesmaids, and I headed to David’s Bridal for our fittings. Oh. My. God. It was ridiculous! We had a 2:00 pm appointment but were pushed aside until the next 'consultant' could help us. The staff was very rude and three other customers who walked in off the street without an appointment after us were helped first. I was getting extremely annoyed and kept nicely complaining just to see if I could get the ball rolling. I can tell everyone in our party, including the lovely bride, is starting to get upset and frankly, this is supposed to be a day where the bride is treated amazingly since it is such a big deal to be picking out a wedding dress so I am appalled at the customer service. I continued to be as polite as possible… until we had been waiting 45 minutes and the consultant we were promised started helping someone else yet again that had come in after us without an appointment! So now I raise hell.

I march up to the lady running the wait line and begin complaining all over again saying how it was inexcusable behavior to be ignoring our bridal party completely. Her reply? “Mam, we are busy. Just wait one minute.' My very rude reply back, “we had been told that same thing 5 times before and have waited over 45 minutes while others have been helped before us who clearly don't have an appointment!' I still may have considered waiting a bit longer but another sales rep came over and sealed the stores fate. She actually had the balls to say in that overly polite and completely condescending tone:

“Sweetie, just deal with it. You are going to have to wait.”

Oh hell no! Now I am irate! “I am not your sweetie, I am a customer. Don't talk down to me and we will not be ignored. Get the manager out here immediately so I can file an official complaint and I want my best friend in a dressing room in a wedding dress in five minutes. No negotiations.” What happened? We got the manager, she helped us personally, and Stevie was made the center of attention for the rest of the appointment – just as it should have been the entire time. The manager even apologized and made a few of the other staff members come over and apologize to me for their behavior. Moral of the story: don't mess with feisty maid of honor Adrianne!

Thrown in: a picture of a bridesmaid dress that didn't make the cut! I looked like a 7 year old flower girl!!


Other than that, New York was a blast! I will continue this update with Part 2 tomorrow with more pictures from the sight seeing as well as sharing what purchase I splurged on as my only souvenir from the trip! (Hint: I knew that Patricia Field store would be the death of my budget!)