Last night Brent and I went to meet one of our potential vendors at a Starbucks in Santa Monica. We were supposed to meet her at 7. She called at 7, after we arrived, to tell us she was stuck on the freeway, running 10 minutes late. Fine, no problem. Around 7:15, a woman walked into the Starbucks, looking like she was searching for someone. She asked one of the baristas if there were other Starbucks nearby (and of course, there always are). As she walked around the Starbucks and passed our table, I asked her, "Are you [insert vendor name here]?" She looked at me, shook her head, and said, "No." Brent says to me, "Oh, great. She probably thinks we're swingers." We waited until 7:45, after leaving a message for this potential vendor. With no word from her, we left. A few minutes after we left, she called to let us know she was there. I told her we weren't coming back to meet her and that we were on the way to meet friends for dinner. Then I said thanks and hung up. The one thing we'd want our potential day-of coordinator to do is show up on time. I'd FLIP if she were an hour late for our wedding. FLIP! And it probably wouldn't have been a big deal if she had just called again to let us know she was still running late.
However, our 3rd Street Promenade adventure did result in a C-list celeb sighting - Jerry from last season's Bachelorette.
This morning, I woke up with an immense itch all over my skin. I scratched my arms to the point of bruising. The itching subsided, but then I got to work and it started again. It ebbed and flowed throughout the day, but at about 3 p.m. I noticed that my skin was turning blotchy in addition to itching. I ran into my boss' office, told her I had to go home and take Benadryl, which knocks me out. I got home, took my meds, and thankfully after a two-hour nap woke up itch-free. I have no idea what happened. No new detergent or soaps, no strange foods, no bug bites. I wish I could take my body into the doctor for a complete overhaul. An Extreme Health Makeover would be nice.
Brent made it all better, though, when he came home with two surprises for me - Karaoke Revolution (first edition, which completes my collection) and a dozen donut holes! That's definitely Fiance of the Year material!
"Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action." - Benjamin Disraeli
Aw that's sweet when they bring home the donut holes! I might treat myself to Krispy Kremes today. There's a store that has opened nearby!
ReplyDeleteMmm... Krispy Kreme! Now I'm hungry...
ReplyDeleteMaybe you caught something from Jerry, or the wedding coordinator.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great guy. I even want to marry him.
ReplyDeleteha! the "swingers" line is priceless!
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It should NOT be ok if she had called again to say that she was running late!
ReplyDeleteImagine if you're in your wedding dress and she kept calling and calling saying she was just "a few minutes away."
good call on the coordinator! You don't need to put up with that nonsense. I love donut holes.
ReplyDeleteTrue, Joz, True.
ReplyDeleteemail me if you'd like the name of our coordinator. he was fabulous. and on time.
ReplyDeletemmm. donut holes.
ReplyDeleteOkay, SERIOUSLY.
ReplyDeleteLet's talk about him bringing you donuts AND karaoke at the same time. Personally, that makes me think that you can sing and you like sugar.
Let's break this down.
Who likes to sing, who also loves sugar? Hmm? Well, we know that Britney Spears does. In fact, if you look through the entire list of hot female singers right now, Britney is the only one who fits the bill.
So what is your fiancee saying to you?
Well, all I'm saying is this: if he brings you home a schoolgirl outfit and a pickup truck next week, I'd be concerned that he's trying to change you up before the wedding.
What an unprofessional coordinator!! Oh well - I'm sure you will find someone better!
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