What I was thinking:
"Hummm. What is this now? Fourth bridesmaid experience? I can't believe it took me four tries before I got a dress with a bow on the butt. And if I lean just a little over that-a-ways, there's my ex in his tuxedo standing as the best man. What better conditions for being caught in a gold satin dress with a bow on the butt? Am I still standing here? I hope the faux marble background brings out my eyes. What? Is that the sound of my ex seething and hating me? Why, yes it is! Maybe I'll get to hear it allll day long. Can I start drinking yet?"
The dress was eventually recycled. I cut it up into triangles and made quilt-style pillow cases with the fabric. Two of them are currently adorning the back seat of my car (you know, for passengers!)