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Okay, trying to catch up with your thread.  I may need a nap afterwards.  You have SO much going on girl.  So, in case I forget at the end, congratulations on reaching five months.  I think you must be quite the formidable lady, because when you set out to do something, you really do it.  Here’s your Superstar award for the day!
Now, the bridesmaid issue.  I think everyone in the world has a hideous bridesmaid story.  Mine was many years ago (fashions do change, but taste does not).  My friend decided to have the bridesmaid’s dresses made for us.  She knew exactly what she wanted.  Enter 20 yards of baby blue polyester.  The kind that would snag on a piece of pollen floating by in the air.  The dress was in two pieces.  The first piece was a floor length tube with elastic around the waist.  Quite lovely and flattering.  The second was a sack with holes for your head and arms, and elastic around the waist.  The outfit was completed by a lovely white "picture" hat (if you don’t know what those are, thank your lucky stars) with stunning fake blue flowers glued on it.  You cannot even begin to imagine how dreadful these outfits were.  To top it all off, the armholes were so large that if you moved your arm your bra showed.  I had the good sense to buy a new one for the wedding, the other bridesmaids wore their raggly old ones, which made every movement kind of disturbing.  Hours and hours in the hot sun in baby blue polyester, which does not breathe well, itching and sweating and afraid to move in case I "flashed" some old man.  The moral of this story?  I put this hideous outfit on, put a smile on my face, and enjoyed the day (except for the part where I ended up in the hospital….but that’s another story for another day).  It was HER day, and if she wanted me to look like that, then I was going to look like that.  Most of the guests at the wedding came up to me and said "nice outfit" before dissolving into fits of laughter.  Everyone knew that I didn’t choose that outfit.  But it made the bride happy, gave her no stress before, during or after the wedding, and it was one day of my life.   So my vote is for Jode to get as big a size as possible so the blubbery bits aren’t popping out, and pretend that she’s the Queen of England, walking tall and doing the royal wave. 
You’re going to get a lot of comments on this topic!  Now, for the tiff with Dames, and the desire to run out and gamble.  I just want to say that I think CGs have forgotten that it’s okay to escape sometimes.  It’s just that we always associate escaping with gambling.  There are all kinds of people that hop in the car and go for a drive, go for coffee, go shopping, walk the beach when they want to escape.  There are always going to be situations in life where we are pi$$ed off.  So, make an "escape" plan.  Where will you go, and what will you do when you inevitably run up against something in the future that makes you want to temporarily escape?
On the gambling front, I absolutely love your description of what we look like 1/2 hour before closing.  I was the same.  When I think about gambling, I try to think of that last 1/2 hour, and the long walk to the car when the doors closed.  I must have looked like a mad woman, but so did others there.  Nobody but CGs are left in a casino at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday.  I was shocked when I moved back home and found they were open 24 hours a day.  I’ve told this story before – the security guard at one of the casinos told me that people wear Depends so that they don’t have to leave their machine.  Thank God I stopped before that happened to me.  Now I’ll just wear Depends when I need to – which hopefully won’t be for a decade or two.
Okay, must go, but wanted to wade in with my congratulations on your great achievement.  Thanks, as always, for the brightest way to start my day!