wedding location bloopers
(written yesterday)
I was actually looking forward to the 3 day weekend we are having thinking of all the things i could FINALLY be catching up on. I have laundry piles, rooms to sweep, flower beds to be weeded and trim to paint. Instead its impossible. I got up at 6 am today thinking I might be able to get a few things done before the heat gets here... but it was already here. Yesterday I sat glued to my computer working and back killing me as I set all day at work and then I sat on my day off another 24 hours.
Jer announced at 2am this morning (when it still hadnt cooled down enough to work in the garden) "we are spending Sunday out! I dont care where and I dont care what but we need to be in good AC even if its in the car.
So we made plans to head out in search of a wedding location and 'partake' in car AC.
It was too hot to wash and dry hair so I left it curly which bugs me if I dont have time to style it as its so Medusa like. Jer let me know I didnt need to worry about my appearance too much really as we wouldnt be meeting with people today "we will just drive by and check out the areas" so I put on a business casual pair of dress shorts and a light pink tank shirt with the built in bra. I have never been fond of the built in bras... what do you think? It just feels awkward but then again I dont wear them often enough to get over this. They just seem so... layered and heavy. But today I figure its better then having my Britney Spears White trash bra straps hanging out.
We stop and gas up and Jer asks "sit down food in a restaurant of your choice? OR drive thru and eat while on the road?" "you said no people and human contact so lets stay with that theme" besides if we did a sit down place then we would have to face the hot car again and it was just cooling down to the point my stomach was settling.
We went to Jack in The Box. At the menu/order box the woman speaking was pure static with a few words so jumblish that Jer finally just repeated the order and said he was pulling up to the live window to check it.
"des speak car no war king nos swell ?" she announced (it was such bad english that we had to despher what we thought she was saying the speakers not working so well. Our order was beyond simple. the main special they have. It is announced on a billion little posters dotting all the windows and the "speak car" area. Its 2 of the taco combos with drinks and a fry.....
we sat... and sat... and sat at the window after we paid her, she handed us the drinks only and she disappeared from sight. The AC pumping into car is now getting warm as we arent moving. 5 minutes later she returns and points to the parking lot next door and says something about waiting there & they will bring food because a line has now formed behind us.
I am getting a bit cranky. "at this point maybe we should have done a sit down.. we might even be done by now" I say resituating myself on my side of the car. We are facing the drive thru they made us move from. Sure enough there is a line that was behind us but the odd thing is- the car that was directly behind us in line has moved up a hair but refuses to pull up beside the pick up window. There we were looking at this massive gap we just pulled out of and it wasnt that the guy in the car hadnt noticed we had moved... he noticed but then just sat there with MORE cars piling up. The window woman was MIA so it wasnt like she knew the guy was sitting out side the window and more then halfway down the side of the building. Each time a new car entered the order LINE.. the front car moved a hair to allow the next car to place thier order but he was still not driving up TO the window. He was slowly being nudged there. jer see's this at the same time I do and we comment on it. "its just kinda... surreal in away. It was taking forever for something you know damn well is sitting under the heat lamp yet they make us move to get the line down. Then The guy behind us isnt even moving up"
Jer has ordered us massive drinks due to the heat.Something that should last us all day. Being as I am small holding something this large is kinda hard. This is why I never get those 40 ouncer drinks. I put my straw in and bring the drink up and feel a slap of cold. Looking down the whole rim of the lid has let lose with ice cold coke... I have a trail of brown dots now going up my shirt looking like dirty buttons and a cleavage holding drink in the built in bra. I am going to be hot, sweating and now sticky for the day.. and look bad. I am staring down at my shirt and silently hating myself "why cant you get thru one meal without a mess... how can you be so klutzy.. its hot...I look like crap and the food is taking forever" as dumb as it is- I felt tears lining up to come rolling out. I know alot of this comes from the heat all together. The corners of my mouth are down turned. "your so beautiful" Jer says suddenly. I look up at him and cant help but to giggle while I choke on failing tears . "Good save babe... But I do believe that is a fast line to keep me from crying" I love that he is honest "well.. yeah.. your right. It was a save line BUT I'll give you a real one later .
The food FINALLY comes (man still not pulled forward) and we hit the freeway where I promptly drop the taco sauce down the front of me. now I have red and brown buttons. "This is why I love you... and I mean it sincerly," jer tells me," I love how you can not get thru a single meal without getting it on you and how each time you look at the mess seem surprised & disappointed as if it were something new. I love how you run into doorways that have always been there and how you cant carry a cup of coffee from one room to another without it spilling over the sides along the way. You make life funny and exciting. I love that you are NOT perfect and each day is an adventure with you"
CASTAWAY (VISUAL AID: http://www.castawayrestaurant.com/sanbernardino/index.html) was the first on our list. I am NOT a fan of San Bernardino county (which is only one county over. 30 minutes maybe) SB is actually known for being the crack capital of California. When we got off the freeway it was ghetto tastic! "I hear the drive up isnt very pretty but the place is beautiful" jer informs me. Its been a long time since I drove thru this part of SB... since I was maybe 21? and it STILL looks the same only worse. No where else could you see a place that has a sign reading "Chicken and Donuts." and then there was the road that led up a private drive to the castaway.
There is a part of me that has always thought "ugh-ewww" to being married in a restaurant. I dont want to be getting married where there are strangers just a lurk away from our romantic life time event. I imagine walking down an out door isle slowly while people in white chairs turn to see the bride AND also seeing faces looking out a window and chewing. Or right after the ceramony part- going into the restaurant and pulling out a chair in my wedding gown to sit with everyone like one would at Denny's (VISUAL AID: http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprint/325464775/). BUT the pictures looked beautiful, I have never had an actual wedding before so I cant very well poo pah it without looking. The upside here is.. well the reception and food are just one room away. Since this place has a private drive up the hill the view will most likely be very pretty.
The very second we turn up the drive my cup that has been in the holder topples out and I panic to save it. There is soda in the gear shift, my lap, down Jer's leg, "OMG... I am SOOO sorry!" "uh huh," Jer teases me, "now I know why you wanted to go in MY car." The parking at the top of the hill is horrible. It would be fine if it were just a wedding location but being as people are here to eat and its a one lane road- one person needs to hug the side close to parked cars as one tries to pass. It was early afternoon and the 10 regular parking spots were taken and all that was left was the valet. We explained to them that we just needed a peek at the wedding area and they let us park in Valet and walk.
I was right... the hill top view was vast but below in the day light was all those same ghetto places we passed on the way up. Night time might be twinklish but day time it was a good view.
There is a wooden bridge (which is on the web page) that I thought would lead over to the wedding area and it was rustic and very calming.... in person it was all I could imagine. It was lovely. However it was the bridge to the restaurant waiting to be seated area. But standing on it I easily looked right and saw where they were sitting up for a wedding. (what luck) Jer and I made our way over. "lovely," jer pointed out," the guest have a view of the gazbo with the parking lot right behind it... OH and the Valet so we can hear them toot the horn when the car is ready." "bad omen coming up here all together.. all the spills, the bad parking" "this is a no" "right... a no" as we got back in the car and drove to the far end of the lot to turn around I spotted yet another gazebo. It was so odd... just sitting out there not on grass but a smooth slab of concrete, they definately had weddings right there too as you could see the break between the black tarmac and paralyl lines and the white concrete where chairs would be. I just didnt get it....
back down the hill... getting across traffic had me in fear since it was on a curve. I wondered how many accidents they had coming out of this street and thought how sad it would be to be leaving a wedding and have a major accident.
Location 2 was in lake Gregory but we didnt get far as the freeway was closed down. "not good..." I say, "all these little obsitcals are not good." I know its stupid but these little things always bother me. Type your cut contents here.
I was actually looking forward to the 3 day weekend we are having thinking of all the things i could FINALLY be catching up on. I have laundry piles, rooms to sweep, flower beds to be weeded and trim to paint. Instead its impossible. I got up at 6 am today thinking I might be able to get a few things done before the heat gets here... but it was already here. Yesterday I sat glued to my computer working and back killing me as I set all day at work and then I sat on my day off another 24 hours.
Jer announced at 2am this morning (when it still hadnt cooled down enough to work in the garden) "we are spending Sunday out! I dont care where and I dont care what but we need to be in good AC even if its in the car.
So we made plans to head out in search of a wedding location and 'partake' in car AC.
It was too hot to wash and dry hair so I left it curly which bugs me if I dont have time to style it as its so Medusa like. Jer let me know I didnt need to worry about my appearance too much really as we wouldnt be meeting with people today "we will just drive by and check out the areas" so I put on a business casual pair of dress shorts and a light pink tank shirt with the built in bra. I have never been fond of the built in bras... what do you think? It just feels awkward but then again I dont wear them often enough to get over this. They just seem so... layered and heavy. But today I figure its better then having my Britney Spears White trash bra straps hanging out.
We stop and gas up and Jer asks "sit down food in a restaurant of your choice? OR drive thru and eat while on the road?" "you said no people and human contact so lets stay with that theme" besides if we did a sit down place then we would have to face the hot car again and it was just cooling down to the point my stomach was settling.
We went to Jack in The Box. At the menu/order box the woman speaking was pure static with a few words so jumblish that Jer finally just repeated the order and said he was pulling up to the live window to check it.
"des speak car no war king nos swell ?" she announced (it was such bad english that we had to despher what we thought she was saying the speakers not working so well. Our order was beyond simple. the main special they have. It is announced on a billion little posters dotting all the windows and the "speak car" area. Its 2 of the taco combos with drinks and a fry.....
we sat... and sat... and sat at the window after we paid her, she handed us the drinks only and she disappeared from sight. The AC pumping into car is now getting warm as we arent moving. 5 minutes later she returns and points to the parking lot next door and says something about waiting there & they will bring food because a line has now formed behind us.
I am getting a bit cranky. "at this point maybe we should have done a sit down.. we might even be done by now" I say resituating myself on my side of the car. We are facing the drive thru they made us move from. Sure enough there is a line that was behind us but the odd thing is- the car that was directly behind us in line has moved up a hair but refuses to pull up beside the pick up window. There we were looking at this massive gap we just pulled out of and it wasnt that the guy in the car hadnt noticed we had moved... he noticed but then just sat there with MORE cars piling up. The window woman was MIA so it wasnt like she knew the guy was sitting out side the window and more then halfway down the side of the building. Each time a new car entered the order LINE.. the front car moved a hair to allow the next car to place thier order but he was still not driving up TO the window. He was slowly being nudged there. jer see's this at the same time I do and we comment on it. "its just kinda... surreal in away. It was taking forever for something you know damn well is sitting under the heat lamp yet they make us move to get the line down. Then The guy behind us isnt even moving up"
Jer has ordered us massive drinks due to the heat.Something that should last us all day. Being as I am small holding something this large is kinda hard. This is why I never get those 40 ouncer drinks. I put my straw in and bring the drink up and feel a slap of cold. Looking down the whole rim of the lid has let lose with ice cold coke... I have a trail of brown dots now going up my shirt looking like dirty buttons and a cleavage holding drink in the built in bra. I am going to be hot, sweating and now sticky for the day.. and look bad. I am staring down at my shirt and silently hating myself "why cant you get thru one meal without a mess... how can you be so klutzy.. its hot...I look like crap and the food is taking forever" as dumb as it is- I felt tears lining up to come rolling out. I know alot of this comes from the heat all together. The corners of my mouth are down turned. "your so beautiful" Jer says suddenly. I look up at him and cant help but to giggle while I choke on failing tears . "Good save babe... But I do believe that is a fast line to keep me from crying" I love that he is honest "well.. yeah.. your right. It was a save line BUT I'll give you a real one later .
The food FINALLY comes (man still not pulled forward) and we hit the freeway where I promptly drop the taco sauce down the front of me. now I have red and brown buttons. "This is why I love you... and I mean it sincerly," jer tells me," I love how you can not get thru a single meal without getting it on you and how each time you look at the mess seem surprised & disappointed as if it were something new. I love how you run into doorways that have always been there and how you cant carry a cup of coffee from one room to another without it spilling over the sides along the way. You make life funny and exciting. I love that you are NOT perfect and each day is an adventure with you"
CASTAWAY (VISUAL AID: http://www.castawayrestaurant.com/sanbernardino/index.html) was the first on our list. I am NOT a fan of San Bernardino county (which is only one county over. 30 minutes maybe) SB is actually known for being the crack capital of California. When we got off the freeway it was ghetto tastic! "I hear the drive up isnt very pretty but the place is beautiful" jer informs me. Its been a long time since I drove thru this part of SB... since I was maybe 21? and it STILL looks the same only worse. No where else could you see a place that has a sign reading "Chicken and Donuts." and then there was the road that led up a private drive to the castaway.
There is a part of me that has always thought "ugh-ewww" to being married in a restaurant. I dont want to be getting married where there are strangers just a lurk away from our romantic life time event. I imagine walking down an out door isle slowly while people in white chairs turn to see the bride AND also seeing faces looking out a window and chewing. Or right after the ceramony part- going into the restaurant and pulling out a chair in my wedding gown to sit with everyone like one would at Denny's (VISUAL AID: http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprint/325464775/). BUT the pictures looked beautiful, I have never had an actual wedding before so I cant very well poo pah it without looking. The upside here is.. well the reception and food are just one room away. Since this place has a private drive up the hill the view will most likely be very pretty.
The very second we turn up the drive my cup that has been in the holder topples out and I panic to save it. There is soda in the gear shift, my lap, down Jer's leg, "OMG... I am SOOO sorry!" "uh huh," Jer teases me, "now I know why you wanted to go in MY car." The parking at the top of the hill is horrible. It would be fine if it were just a wedding location but being as people are here to eat and its a one lane road- one person needs to hug the side close to parked cars as one tries to pass. It was early afternoon and the 10 regular parking spots were taken and all that was left was the valet. We explained to them that we just needed a peek at the wedding area and they let us park in Valet and walk.
I was right... the hill top view was vast but below in the day light was all those same ghetto places we passed on the way up. Night time might be twinklish but day time it was a good view.
There is a wooden bridge (which is on the web page) that I thought would lead over to the wedding area and it was rustic and very calming.... in person it was all I could imagine. It was lovely. However it was the bridge to the restaurant waiting to be seated area. But standing on it I easily looked right and saw where they were sitting up for a wedding. (what luck) Jer and I made our way over. "lovely," jer pointed out," the guest have a view of the gazbo with the parking lot right behind it... OH and the Valet so we can hear them toot the horn when the car is ready." "bad omen coming up here all together.. all the spills, the bad parking" "this is a no" "right... a no" as we got back in the car and drove to the far end of the lot to turn around I spotted yet another gazebo. It was so odd... just sitting out there not on grass but a smooth slab of concrete, they definately had weddings right there too as you could see the break between the black tarmac and paralyl lines and the white concrete where chairs would be. I just didnt get it....
back down the hill... getting across traffic had me in fear since it was on a curve. I wondered how many accidents they had coming out of this street and thought how sad it would be to be leaving a wedding and have a major accident.
Location 2 was in lake Gregory but we didnt get far as the freeway was closed down. "not good..." I say, "all these little obsitcals are not good." I know its stupid but these little things always bother me. Type your cut contents here.