Or, as I will call this entry--"An apathetic bride's filler entry on some non-essential stuff she's actually gotten to turn out right."
I have three bridesmaids! My Maid of Honor, Ariel along with two other besties Andreya Dawn and Nasreen! They're awesome. I still don't know what they're gonna wear and they're totally chill with that.
I have shoes! They are awesome and I got them online for pretty cheap on Black Friday.
I am about to begin building the set for my super duper awesome invitation VIDEO that I will be emailing or snail mailing your way (Oh, delicious guest) in about four weeks or so. Spoiler! It involves dinosaurs. Get ready.
The biggest thing that's happened is that we finalized the (duh duh duh) GUEST LIST.
Also, I still don't have a venue.
Out,
-L
28 November, 2010
11 November, 2010
The Turd in the Toilet
That guy. We all know at least one. He's some middle-aged hipster in a position of relative pseudo-power at his hospitality and customer-liaison job. Don't get him wrong, it's a nice joint--but really, kind of beneath him. Really, his job is about helping people--but that's not how he sees it. Every day he gets to sit behind a desk, drink coffee, watch Hulu, and occasionally have to talk to some annoying faceless schmo about their event. Why can't they just leave him alone? He works to hard to have to answer those emails and walk back and forth between his office and his water cooler. Would it be too much to ask to just get paid and go home?
Too bad this guy is my liaison to our wedding venue.
I will NOT throw his name in here--for his own sake. And just so we're clear, the Boulevard Brewery Muehlebach Suite is positively glorious. Not only do they have a great location, in a renovated historic building with a 360-degree balcony of downtown Kansas City--but they throw in gobs of expensive rentals for your event for free. We're talking private parking, Satellite radio, DVD/CD player with surround-sound stereo, projector screens, TVs, tables, chairs, buffet settings. And booze. They provide all your booze for a flat rate.
We'll just say that when I saw their list of amenities and my bridesmaid (sup, Dawn!) sent me pictures of the space I was smitten with the Muehlenbach Suite and had to have it for my nuptials. You know, my wedding--one of the most important days of my life. But it's over. Oh--it is SO over.
Sorry, Douchey Hospitality-Manager Dude. It's not me--it's you.
Maybe it's because the first email we exchanged you shot down my pool-table idea for my hip Brewery wedding without an explanation (twice). Maybe it's because your only speak of your rental equipment policy in whispers and vague hushed tones, instead of letting me see the damn thing myself. Maybe it's because you sent me a crappy contract full of holes, asked when we were paying, and didn't return my phone calls with my questions about it. Maybe it's because when you did deign to return my emails (days after they were sent) that you never once answered a question without a pompous doom-spewing caveat about how it'll be screwed up. Maybe it's because I've read our agreement contract more closely than you have and you got pissed off when I called you out on inconsistencies (after all this). Maybe it's because you've treated me like a pre-schooler with special needs. Maybe it's because your first name is a color.
I'll stop there.
But the truth is, Douchey Hospitality-Manager Dude, I am inches away from walking out of here and if I could find another photogenic locale... I would already be gone. And if word gets out that you get commission:
I WILL GET MARRIED AT DUNKIN DONUTS RATHER THAN GIVE YOU MONEY.
If anyone has any unique, groovy, modern, vintage, rustic ideas for a KC, St. Louis, Columbia/Jeff City wedding and/or reception venue--I implore you.. SEND THEM MY WAY.
Out,
-L
Too bad this guy is my liaison to our wedding venue.
I will NOT throw his name in here--for his own sake. And just so we're clear, the Boulevard Brewery Muehlebach Suite is positively glorious. Not only do they have a great location, in a renovated historic building with a 360-degree balcony of downtown Kansas City--but they throw in gobs of expensive rentals for your event for free. We're talking private parking, Satellite radio, DVD/CD player with surround-sound stereo, projector screens, TVs, tables, chairs, buffet settings. And booze. They provide all your booze for a flat rate.
We'll just say that when I saw their list of amenities and my bridesmaid (sup, Dawn!) sent me pictures of the space I was smitten with the Muehlenbach Suite and had to have it for my nuptials. You know, my wedding--one of the most important days of my life. But it's over. Oh--it is SO over.
Sorry, Douchey Hospitality-Manager Dude. It's not me--it's you.
Maybe it's because the first email we exchanged you shot down my pool-table idea for my hip Brewery wedding without an explanation (twice). Maybe it's because your only speak of your rental equipment policy in whispers and vague hushed tones, instead of letting me see the damn thing myself. Maybe it's because you sent me a crappy contract full of holes, asked when we were paying, and didn't return my phone calls with my questions about it. Maybe it's because when you did deign to return my emails (days after they were sent) that you never once answered a question without a pompous doom-spewing caveat about how it'll be screwed up. Maybe it's because I've read our agreement contract more closely than you have and you got pissed off when I called you out on inconsistencies (after all this). Maybe it's because you've treated me like a pre-schooler with special needs. Maybe it's because your first name is a color.
I'll stop there.
But the truth is, Douchey Hospitality-Manager Dude, I am inches away from walking out of here and if I could find another photogenic locale... I would already be gone. And if word gets out that you get commission:
I WILL GET MARRIED AT DUNKIN DONUTS RATHER THAN GIVE YOU MONEY.
If anyone has any unique, groovy, modern, vintage, rustic ideas for a KC, St. Louis, Columbia/Jeff City wedding and/or reception venue--I implore you.. SEND THEM MY WAY.
Out,
-L
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