I was expecting a sea of pink meringue and got just about that.  DJ’s pumping music, girls trying on dresses, roses dyed blue (yes, blue!), hair pieces, liposuction offers, honeymoon travel vendors, and there was even a cosmetic surgery center giving out stress balls shaped like a breast (I grabbed one of those for my groom).

The piece de resistance for the afternoon was the cake dive–three girls diving into a cake in search of a diamond necklace.  Those girls took down not only the cake, but also the table it was on.  It was on the verge of getting really ugly when one lucky, soon-to-be bride yelped her victory cry and the crowd erupted in a loud squeal.

In the end, I’m glad we went.  I did accomplish a few things–got registered, found info on tux rentals, and got to see some of the NFL playoffs in the Direct TV area set up for the grooms-to-be (why do the guys always get the good stuff?). Stay tuned for more to come!