Trash the Dress – The Beach

Our first location probably ate up 2.5-3 hours of time.

The entire time (no lie) we were inside of the brick factory, I had to pee sooo badly. Seriously, every time we moved or I had to get into different positions, I was dying. And I felt so bad for Judy and Darsi because they had to put up with me complaining about it. I tried not to be too annoying, but my god, it was torture. And hey, I still did everything they asked. Well, until the end of location #1.

The original plan was to spend some time around and/or in the ponds surrounding the brick factory, but there were no restrooms available and there was no possible way I could wait any longer. So they took me to the nearest Wendy’s.

(I can’t even tell you how funny I felt walking in there. Here I am, wearing a wedding dress with a zip-up sweatshirt over it, with like an inch of makeup on my face. Walking into Wendy’s. I’m convinced customers thought I was some kind of hooker. But I digress.)

After the bathroom break, Judy and Darsi decided that since we were already in the car, there was no point in going back to the brick factory. Instead, we’d take a detour and go to a completely different location–the beach.

Oddly enough, the beach seemed to be at least 5 degrees warmer in temperature. In the brick factory, I was freezing. On the beach? It was cold, but not as cold.

Again, all photos taken by Judy Cormier of Elementz of Fotographie.

It was a lot more comfortable, too. Lying in nice, cushy sand (as opposed to brick walls, beams, and scrap metal)? No problem.

As I was lying in the sand to get shots like the above, I saw something coming toward me out of the corner of my eye. I look, and there is this dog, running down the beach at full speed, coming right at me. Behind her, her owner, screaming, “Tasha! Tasha!!” and then, to us, “WATCH OUT! She’s going to try to kiss youuuuu!!!”

Too late. I had time to sit up, thankfully, but there Tasha was, jumping up on me and kissing my face. After she attacked me with her tongue, Darsi got the brunt of it. She was trying to speak (or scream) or something when the dog jumped up on her and managed to french kiss her a bit. No, I’m not kidding.

It was hilarious. All of us were laughing, and Judy kept snapping. Eventually, Tasha’s owner caught up to her and managed to get her attention to call her back. She apologized profusely.

Still laughing.

And then? Tasha decided to turn around to come back for Round 2. Here is my “OH NO!” look. But Tasha’s second attempt was thwarted as her owner managed to wrangle her.

And then I had the giggles. Could not stop laughing at the replay in my head.

OK. Back to business.

An old lifeguard shelter on the beach. The weathered steps were very cool. And whoops, I just noticed you can see my flip flops in this shot. I’m surprised Judy didn’t photoshop them out. I guess maybe they add to it since it’s the beach? :)

Then we moved right down near the water.

I like this one.

Putting an old lifeguard stand to good use. Bride–to the rescue!

Time for a little nap.

If everything had gone according to plan, I would have actually gotten into the water after this. But in the end, we all agreed that it was too cold (I’m pretty convinced I would have come out with hypothermia).

I’m actually really glad that I didn’t get in the water. I don’t think my dress would have been ruined or anything like that, but it would have been a bigger pain in the ass to haul home and take care of.

Now, I’m just trying to decide what to do with my dress. I need to get it cleaned, but am not sure whether I should go with a local place (can’t find any recommendations!) or ship it off to Wed Clean. I need to figure it out soon, given that my dress is currently hanging in the entryway of our house. What to do, what to do…