wedding weekend

The Truth Hurts Tuesday ~ When Your Tacky Wedding Guests Cause a Stir

Bridey, if you know me at all, then you know I'm not a big fan Valentine's Day. It made me feel like shit when I was single, and still manages to make me feel like shit (in a different kind of way) as a married woman. Right? So, when I began working with a couple, helping them to plan their Valentine's Day wedding, I was a bit apprehensive. Would my disdain for the holiday come through? Would I accidentally slip and accuse them of being cheesy for wanting their wedding on such an annoying holiday? Surprisingly, I kept my shit together during the planning process, and the wedding was amazingly beautiful. Black, red and silver (of course), with super FAB uplighting and decor, and several cool treats for the guests. So, what has me in a bit of a tizzy? The wedding guests!

Yup! The fucking wedding guests! And it wasn't what happened during the wedding that pissed me off, it was what happened before and afterward that I find to be ridiculous! Three words... RED SOLO CUPS! Yup! Some of the guests were sitting in the lobby of this lovely hotel drinking out of Solo cups. OH.MY.GOD. Why? Why wouldn't they just head to the hotel bar and shut it down? Well, because these fuckers were to cheap to pay for the booze in the hotel bar. REALLY? And, then they were surprised and belligerent when they were asked to get rid of their cups? Dear God...

I Hate Everything About You

I really don’t know how to say this delicately. I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you. I cringe when I see your name in my inbox or on my caller ID. I hate that you cc me on every single email. I hate that you emailed somebody at 4:30 PM on Friday afternoon, and just cc’ed me on your email to them this morning asking why you haven’t heard back. I hate that you refused to use most the vendors in my network, and now I am left to clean up their mess (already) and we haven’t even reached your wedding day yet. I hate that you refuse to let me manage your expectations. To put it simply bridey, I hate you.