If you want something done, do it yourself
Jason and I have been planning all month for a romantic little Valentine's Day weekend getaway stay at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Biloxi, MS (2 hrs west of PCola, and thusly 1 hr west of Mobile).
My Darling, however, never bothered to make the reservations, despite that he and I sat on the couch and found the rates/dates available more than 2 weeks ago. Since I'd sent all that $ to the photog for our deposit (which took a huge chunk out of my paycheck), I was unable to reserve it myself, and despite constant reminders, he never did it. (He is, it should be noted, the person in charge of all of our honeymoon planning/booking/execution for next May. As of this morning, he's been fired from this apparently overwhelming responsibility. Instead, I may assign him such monstrous tasks as stamp-buying, envelope-sealing, and sober-wedding-ceremony-attending)
Last night, he tells me to remind him to book our room at the Hard Rock today.
So, today, I remind him. I check on the website myself, and find that there's nothing avail. I call, and they have one double-queen room with no view available for the 14th only. Nothing avail anywhere in the hotel the whole rest of the weekend.
Jason calls them and books the room, which I think is a stupid idea: what are we supposed to do, keep switching hotels, unpacking one night and re-packing to be checked-out by 11a.m. the next day? And for how many days are we supposed to leapfrog through the hotels of Biloxi? So now I'm in a whole new dimension of pissed-off, and just want to scrap the whole weekend and say, "FORGET IT!"
And, in an effort to save money, I can't exactly book us in Atlanta for the weekend or anything (although I believe that would be loads of fun).
So that's that. And I'm the type of girl where it's either all or nothing. So, if we can't go ahead with our little weekend plan away, we might as well give each other fake flowers, cheap chocolates, catch dinner at the McDonald's on Navy Boulevard, and rent out a romantic trailer for the night.
Aw, hell, it's Valentine's Day; make it a double-wide.
My Darling, however, never bothered to make the reservations, despite that he and I sat on the couch and found the rates/dates available more than 2 weeks ago. Since I'd sent all that $ to the photog for our deposit (which took a huge chunk out of my paycheck), I was unable to reserve it myself, and despite constant reminders, he never did it. (He is, it should be noted, the person in charge of all of our honeymoon planning/booking/execution for next May. As of this morning, he's been fired from this apparently overwhelming responsibility. Instead, I may assign him such monstrous tasks as stamp-buying, envelope-sealing, and sober-wedding-ceremony-attending)
Last night, he tells me to remind him to book our room at the Hard Rock today.
So, today, I remind him. I check on the website myself, and find that there's nothing avail. I call, and they have one double-queen room with no view available for the 14th only. Nothing avail anywhere in the hotel the whole rest of the weekend.
Jason calls them and books the room, which I think is a stupid idea: what are we supposed to do, keep switching hotels, unpacking one night and re-packing to be checked-out by 11a.m. the next day? And for how many days are we supposed to leapfrog through the hotels of Biloxi? So now I'm in a whole new dimension of pissed-off, and just want to scrap the whole weekend and say, "FORGET IT!"
And, in an effort to save money, I can't exactly book us in Atlanta for the weekend or anything (although I believe that would be loads of fun).
So that's that. And I'm the type of girl where it's either all or nothing. So, if we can't go ahead with our little weekend plan away, we might as well give each other fake flowers, cheap chocolates, catch dinner at the McDonald's on Navy Boulevard, and rent out a romantic trailer for the night.
Aw, hell, it's Valentine's Day; make it a double-wide.