So one of my colleagues is getting remarried. This is a wonderful thing, as she is a lovely woman whose beloved soul mate died of cancer at the age of 54, when she was 51. They had a beautiful marriage - traveling together, reading the same books, building their dream home out in the country. And then he was gone, and it was so sad to think she would have another 30 years without him. Well, five years later he's still gone but she has found a new companion. Again, this is a wonderful thing. They are getting married in a few weeks and it's a very private service - I think there are eight guests, of whom four are blood relatives and two are the couple who introduced them.
Accordingly, another colleague is hosting a party for the bride. It is emphatically not a shower - the invitation specified no gifts - but it's just the women of our department. Although it is the same night as the Judds concert (alas), I have been looking forward to it. I've been working hard lately and it's been a while since I got to relax and chat with my colleagues.
Well. Today the hostess sent out a reminder email, and although "real" gifts are off the table, she directed that we should all bring a gag gift ... i.e., crotchless panties. Um. I am really sort of creeped out by this. The bride is my mother's age (almost, and older than my MIL). The other guests are my co-workers. I really don't want to know what anyone else is going to buy, or to think about what the bride will do with all these gifts.
What on earth am I supposed to buy her? Where do I shop for this on four days' notice?
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