No more sinnin' for me
I'm an honest woman now. WTF? If anyone had asked my opionion on marriage 4 years ago I would have told them it was not for me and I was never going to do it. My, how the tables have turned.
I suppose I'll have to find new and inventive ways to continually damn myself, via the internet (it's for pRon) and the ever popular card game, Apples to Apples.
On a more serious note, the wedding went perfectly. Ok, to be fair, there was one grevious wrong-doing via the cake, but that's more funny than angering. The saga of the cake will follow shortly. In any event the weather had forcasted scattered showers and thunderstorms all week long and it was a gorgeous and perfect fall day. Mid 60's, cool breeze, non glaring sun shine. Beautiful. Everyone showed up on time. Our ceremony was a short and sweet 5 minutes long and I had concocted a playlist to melt faces and boogie down to. Oh, and Joe and I looked hot. /end random moment of ego.
There were two big dramas involved in the wedding. One is the Saga of the MoH Dress which begins in July and Ended the night before the wedding. The Second is The Saga of the Cake, which started on the wedding day and ended over a week later. The latter is pretty unbelievable. We'll start with the first, keeping it short, because, while it sucks, I'm a crafty ho and figured out a fix.
Saga o Dress - We ordered Becca's Dress July 5, stating to order it ASAP because she lives 4 hours away in Albany and would NOT be wearing the same dress as the other girls. The woman at the dress shop said 'will do' and so we waited. August 1, I take my sister and Sherry in for THEIR dresses, and the woman at the dress shop acts shocked that all the girls are wearing different dresses and fesses that she hasn't ordered Becca's yet. We all pay a rush to get the dresses here by mid september. September 15ish rolls around and I call asking about the dresses, they'll be here OCTOBER 6! What the FUCK? I tell Becca and she says she'll give the lady a call on her own, since it's bullshit she ordered it July 5 and here it is September 15 and no dress. Turns out the dress lady ordered them August 18.. 17 days after we went in. *groans* Becca comes down as soon as she can once the dress gets in and the dress bitch tells her she can't do the alterations now, she has to go elsewhere. The dress is a potato sack on her. She finds a seamstress who tells her she needs to buy some boobs to make the dress work and charges her 100+ for alterations. She gets the dress back, scores an ultra padded bra and comes over my place the night before the wedding to try it on. She can't breath, much less sit in it! So we go all over the town looking for a dress, end up with a skirt I turn INTO a dress via the clever use of straps and a ribbon and crisis averted. But the FUCK am I recommending that dress shop to anyone again. *phew*
Saga o Cake - Firstly, when we get into the reception hall and see our cake, it's ugly. Which, while being annoying should not effect the innards of the cake. It was all white and red, but was supposed to be light yellow, brown and orange (you know Autumn colours?). Can't fix it, so I'm not gonna sweat it. We sit for dinner and have our cake cutting after. Since we had a relatively late wedding we wanted to get all the photo ops over so the old people could go home without missing something. We cut the cake, feed each other a nibble and then the cake is wheeled away. In the meantime, I run to the ladies room, get caught up in a tangle of people, grab a drink and head to my table. Only to discover.. THERE'S NO CAKE! I figure they haven't gotten to me yet, and wait it out.
and wait and wait.. next thing I know the cake lady has given Rusty's table some serious attitude and left, and there's NO CAKE LEFT. I din't get a piece of my own wedding cake! Joe didn't either, technically, he just munched on the piece we had cut together. Added to the list of people who didn't cake were Becca and My mom, who had been at the bar getting a drink when the cake came out. WTF? We had a laugh over it and continued dancing. No point being a bitch on my wedding day and the cake lady had already left or I would have set Becca on her ass. That girl loves to put people in their place.
Getting towards the end of the night they put our anivesarry cake on the table for us to take. It says Congrats SEAN & LISA - Kathy! So, I think MAYBE it's the people who helped her? Doubtful, but it makes me feel less like an ass taking it. There was no one to ask or give it to, so we send it home with my mom to put in our freezer.
While on honeymoon we decide, fuck keeping it in the freezer for a year, I wanted some wedding cake! So we come home defrost it, cut it and.. it's not our cake. Go figure. Our cake was a white and dark chocolate cake with hazlenut mousse filling. This was a yellow and german chocolate cake with chocolate and strawberry filling. It wasn't even tasty! After fucking up the look of our cake, and not giving me a piece, she sent us home with SOMEONE ELSE'S cake! I hope that other bride pitches a fit. :]
As for the honeymoon, it was amazing. I don't want to be back in Jersey. AT ALL. I want to wake up on an island with ponies every day. Also, it didn't rain at all!
Places we stopped (in chronological order)
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania - Shenendoah Valley, Virginia - Luray, Virginia - Newport News, Virginia - Virginia Beach, Virginia - Ocean City, Maryland - Assateague Island (WILD PONIES! OMG!), Maryland
We camped a night or two in each place and did as much touristy stuff as we could. I got postcards and have sent some, and will be sending the rest out in a day or so. I'm in the process of updating my flickr, but I'll post the link to that in a new entry, so it doesn't get lost in this jumble.
I suppose I'll have to find new and inventive ways to continually damn myself, via the internet (it's for pRon) and the ever popular card game, Apples to Apples.
On a more serious note, the wedding went perfectly. Ok, to be fair, there was one grevious wrong-doing via the cake, but that's more funny than angering. The saga of the cake will follow shortly. In any event the weather had forcasted scattered showers and thunderstorms all week long and it was a gorgeous and perfect fall day. Mid 60's, cool breeze, non glaring sun shine. Beautiful. Everyone showed up on time. Our ceremony was a short and sweet 5 minutes long and I had concocted a playlist to melt faces and boogie down to. Oh, and Joe and I looked hot. /end random moment of ego.
There were two big dramas involved in the wedding. One is the Saga of the MoH Dress which begins in July and Ended the night before the wedding. The Second is The Saga of the Cake, which started on the wedding day and ended over a week later. The latter is pretty unbelievable. We'll start with the first, keeping it short, because, while it sucks, I'm a crafty ho and figured out a fix.
Saga o Dress - We ordered Becca's Dress July 5, stating to order it ASAP because she lives 4 hours away in Albany and would NOT be wearing the same dress as the other girls. The woman at the dress shop said 'will do' and so we waited. August 1, I take my sister and Sherry in for THEIR dresses, and the woman at the dress shop acts shocked that all the girls are wearing different dresses and fesses that she hasn't ordered Becca's yet. We all pay a rush to get the dresses here by mid september. September 15ish rolls around and I call asking about the dresses, they'll be here OCTOBER 6! What the FUCK? I tell Becca and she says she'll give the lady a call on her own, since it's bullshit she ordered it July 5 and here it is September 15 and no dress. Turns out the dress lady ordered them August 18.. 17 days after we went in. *groans* Becca comes down as soon as she can once the dress gets in and the dress bitch tells her she can't do the alterations now, she has to go elsewhere. The dress is a potato sack on her. She finds a seamstress who tells her she needs to buy some boobs to make the dress work and charges her 100+ for alterations. She gets the dress back, scores an ultra padded bra and comes over my place the night before the wedding to try it on. She can't breath, much less sit in it! So we go all over the town looking for a dress, end up with a skirt I turn INTO a dress via the clever use of straps and a ribbon and crisis averted. But the FUCK am I recommending that dress shop to anyone again. *phew*
Saga o Cake - Firstly, when we get into the reception hall and see our cake, it's ugly. Which, while being annoying should not effect the innards of the cake. It was all white and red, but was supposed to be light yellow, brown and orange (you know Autumn colours?). Can't fix it, so I'm not gonna sweat it. We sit for dinner and have our cake cutting after. Since we had a relatively late wedding we wanted to get all the photo ops over so the old people could go home without missing something. We cut the cake, feed each other a nibble and then the cake is wheeled away. In the meantime, I run to the ladies room, get caught up in a tangle of people, grab a drink and head to my table. Only to discover.. THERE'S NO CAKE! I figure they haven't gotten to me yet, and wait it out.
and wait and wait.. next thing I know the cake lady has given Rusty's table some serious attitude and left, and there's NO CAKE LEFT. I din't get a piece of my own wedding cake! Joe didn't either, technically, he just munched on the piece we had cut together. Added to the list of people who didn't cake were Becca and My mom, who had been at the bar getting a drink when the cake came out. WTF? We had a laugh over it and continued dancing. No point being a bitch on my wedding day and the cake lady had already left or I would have set Becca on her ass. That girl loves to put people in their place.
Getting towards the end of the night they put our anivesarry cake on the table for us to take. It says Congrats SEAN & LISA - Kathy! So, I think MAYBE it's the people who helped her? Doubtful, but it makes me feel less like an ass taking it. There was no one to ask or give it to, so we send it home with my mom to put in our freezer.
While on honeymoon we decide, fuck keeping it in the freezer for a year, I wanted some wedding cake! So we come home defrost it, cut it and.. it's not our cake. Go figure. Our cake was a white and dark chocolate cake with hazlenut mousse filling. This was a yellow and german chocolate cake with chocolate and strawberry filling. It wasn't even tasty! After fucking up the look of our cake, and not giving me a piece, she sent us home with SOMEONE ELSE'S cake! I hope that other bride pitches a fit. :]
As for the honeymoon, it was amazing. I don't want to be back in Jersey. AT ALL. I want to wake up on an island with ponies every day. Also, it didn't rain at all!
Places we stopped (in chronological order)
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania - Shenendoah Valley, Virginia - Luray, Virginia - Newport News, Virginia - Virginia Beach, Virginia - Ocean City, Maryland - Assateague Island (WILD PONIES! OMG!), Maryland
We camped a night or two in each place and did as much touristy stuff as we could. I got postcards and have sent some, and will be sending the rest out in a day or so. I'm in the process of updating my flickr, but I'll post the link to that in a new entry, so it doesn't get lost in this jumble.