The One With Ashlee’s Other Wedding

Date: 6/29/2019

I’m in a room with a bunch of bridesmaids in dusty rose-colored dresses. There are pictures of models in dresses pasted to the walls, and my mom says, “Wasn’t this where we ordered from?” I get annoyed by this. We go outside for the wedding. I realize that it’s Michael and Ashlee’s wedding, so I expect to have to walk as a bridesmaid. The music starts, and Lauren Thompson and Cody Hickman come out first. When they get to the altar, I turn around to look at them. Troy (who I am super excited to see) and a couple of other people have appeared there with them. The processional continues, and I wait for my moment to walk down the aisle when I see that the maid of honor is already walking down with the rings. I realize that Brody and I aren’t in the wedding and get super pissed because we are putting Michael and Ashlee in our wedding, but we’re not in theirs. Somehow, I remember that we already were in their wedding (in real life) and also realize that Ashlee probably didn’t want to stress me out before my wedding ... I’m in a dark bedroom, sleeping while Ashlee watches over me. There’s pretty loud music playing on an iPhone, and I remember that I always sleep with music on (which I can never do in real life). There’s a flashlight on me, so I start looking at my foot’s shadow on the wall as I bob it up and down. I say something to Ashlee about how I’m glad we can see Troy again ... Shanon gets a badly-behaved but adorable puppy. I find out it’s a cane corso, and realize they wanted a dog tough enough for Rocket to play with ... I’m in a house, sitting at a table with Brody and Blane (and possibly someone else). Candi walks in and says something, and Brody sarcastically says, “Yeah, she’s totally a 2w1.” I look at Blane and mouth, “7w8” and he says, “Bull CRAP!” I try to explain that she’s just an unhealthy one. Blane starts some kind of weird joke where he pretends to lasso me. He says something about how he’s tied me down to something heavy. I roll my eyes and ignore it, but he pleads with me to let him finish the joke and I cave. I pin my arms to my sides (as if something really is tied to me) and start slipping lower and lower in my chair (as if I’m really being dragged down). I see Blane’s face setting up for the punchline, which is: “You’re an idiot.” He and Brody think this is hilarious. Before I can slide all the way off the chair, I pull some kind of crazy move to get back on my feet so that they’ll think I’m cool again.