Let them eat...styrofoam?

In September, I decided to brave the swarms of North Central West Virginia brides and attend my venue's semi-annual bridal show.  I went with the intention of finding a vendor for my cake.  It took me awhile to get to the cakes though.  Why?  Those sneaky bridal show folks gave us brides a little booklet we had to get signed by EVERY vendor.  If we had it all filled out, we turned it in and were eligible for drawings.  Since I'm always up for free things, I engaged in many an awkward conversation with competitors of vendors I had already booked.  Yes, I have no shame.