I'm at my grandma's house and I'm supposed to be geting ready for Evie's wedding. I look out the window at the neighboor's house across the street and I realize I'm late and it's already happening and I can't find the dress I'm supposed to wear. I go outside and Perez Hilton is out there with his laptop. For some reason I'm am very impressed by this. I go sit by him and ask him why he's blogging Evie's wedding. His eyes get wide and he has a shocked look on his face as he says "Do you realize who her parents are? Do you know who they know? Can you even believe who's here?" I scan the crowd, but I don't understand. They are just strangers. I go back into the house and there's the dress, on the floor, still wrapped in plastic. I take it out and it's this weird fabric that is almost a seersucker texture and it has a terrible pastel pattern. I shake it out to reveal a huge, square bib type thing in around it and it has my name embroidered in pink cursive on it. I also find the white gloves and huge white hairbow I'm supposed to wear. Evie comes in and asks where the hell I have been, and I inform her that if she'd had a rehersal dinner, I would have known what was going on.