The Guest Wore White

We went to a wedding this weekend in Indiana. The wedding was lovely despite some rain and I was standing by my table watching the guests enter the tent when a particular guest caught my eye. She was a young lady about the age of the bride and she was wearing a white dress. Not an off white dress, not a white dress with a print, but a pure white dress. Granted, it was not a full length dress, but it was white (did you get that it was white?) and it had the same fit as many simple, strapless wedding dresses do, except that it stopped right above or below the knee - I can't remember. B commented that he not only noticed that the woman was in white, but that the strapless, unstructured top did nothing for this rather large breasted woman's breasts. Of course he noticed that.
Anyway, I was shocked by this woman because when I was planning my wedding one of the first things that I learned - from theknot's wedding boards - was that NO ONE!!! but the bride wears white. Unless it's the mother of the bride or the mother of the groom or the bridesmaids and the bride has picked it out. You may say to yourself, "but that's silly and old fashioned!" Darcy Miller from Martha Stewart Weddings thought that too and look what happened to her!
I went around and gossiped about this girl to a few other ladies that I knew and they all agreed that it was odd that this woman was wearing white ("and after Labor Day!" one added). I would love to have had a discussion about it with the actual woman wearing the white dress, but I didn't know her and I wasn't drunk enough. I hope her intentions were not as evil as everyone decided they were.
Speaking of evil, while in Indiana, we were privy to the most racist conversation I have ever heard. We went out for dinner because B wanted ribs and ended up sitting next to two couples who regaled us with their extremely backwards views on Asians, African Americans and whoever else they felt like discussing. And they were not at all worried that they would offend anyone. I wish I had said something, but I wasn't sure how to handle it. If I was braver, I would have just stood up and said, "You are the most ignorant bunch of people that I have ever met and I can no longer sit here and listen to your hateful nonsense." While I was contemplating what to do, one of the men at the table got a phone call on his cell phone. After talking for a few seconds, he hung up and one of his companions asked him, "Who was that?" To which the man who had been on the phone responded, "Cletus."
Of course it was. We got out of that restaurant as soon as we could.