So, a small victory and a new and infuriating "WTF?" moment in the wedding plans.
The good news first: there might be a different song for the first dance, because they don't actually have a version of "their" song, "Bless the Broken Road." They do, however, have an entire CD my sister and I burned of other songs. When I left the house, it was playing, so we think they might switch.
A related tangent, speaking of songs: as a kid I always liked the song "Molly Malone." I didn't, however, realize there was a statue of her in Dublin's fair city until about eight years ago, when I zipped over to Dublin for a weekend trip, and stumbled upon the statue. There were various reactions in our group, ranging from "Damn!" to "Cool!" to "Go Molly!"
And now, the bad news regarding the wedding: the pastors have decided (two days before the wedding) that I'm showing too much cleavage in the bridesmaid's dress. (The bride emailed them a picture of me in it...) The fourth bridesmaid is considerably larger, and they've determined that the two of us will detract from attention that should be focused on the bride alone. Which is doublespeak for "We're uncomfortable with how comfortable you are in that dress."
I fail to see how this is anyone's business but the bride's. As in, the one who chose our dresses in the first place. But whatever....
So after brainstorming every solution (scarves, strategically-placed bows, shawls, camisoles) and buying lengths of silk that kindofsortofnotreally match the dresses, four screaming Palmer women and the larger bridesmaid and pastors (via phone) reached a happy medium: pinning pieces of silk across the front of the dresses. Artfully.
I plan to light the bra-burning bonfire sometime after the cake-cutting...
The revolution will not be televised.