I cannot even fathom trying to make this post all pretty and shiny -- so I'm just going to type. Bear with me.
1. The venue: We showed up there today and they decided to permanently alter the layout of the inside without telling us. They added walls -- WALLS. Walls that divide the dinner area. Walls that will certainly change the layout of the tables and cocktail tables. Secondly, we were supposed to have our guests enter the ceremony garden through venue's gallery that's right nextdoor. WELL. Surprise, surprise: They fucking sold that gallery to some other asshole, walled it up, and now there's no entrance from that building into the garden. We have to enter through the place we will have the tables -- which also fucks up our aisle design for the ceremony. I understand this is difficult to get without a visual, but trust me, these changes to the venue -- CHANGES THAT WE WERE NOT TOLD ABOUT -- are fucking up our original plan. Oh, and did I mention that our contact at the venue -- the person who is supposedly running the show became a new person, then that person became another new person, and then THAT person became a totally different person -- AGAIN, without them telling us. And without a smooth transition between employees. I didn't know til today who our new contact was. I don't even know who the fuck we're supposed to go to with questions or concerns. They never answered my emails. Every time I would visit the venue they didn't know I even had an appointment (which we did. every time). I am so fucking frustrated right now I could rip someone's nuts off with one swift pull.
The area we would have chosen to marry in:
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| Still cool, but damn. I had my heart set om the first pic. |
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| The other corner. The cement wall isn't my favorite... but it will do. |
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| Minus the grill, I really dig the rustic looking grate with the vine flower backdrop on the brick. |
On to shit problem #2:
2. My dress. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. There are three problems I am having with it (only three you say? FML). The first is that my boobs FLY out of the dress -- just by lifting my arms. One raise of the hand and it's hello, titties. Which is so not cool. And I just tried out some double stick tape I got at Victoria's Secret, and that shit ain't holding in nothin. Secondly, the waist of the dress cuts into my skin more than I would like. And finally, the back of the dress at the waist bubbles up and it won't lay flat. I am livid. I am crazy out of my mind upset that I didn't take care of these problems earier, at my last fitting, but in the moment, everything about the dress felt ok. So I honestly thought it fit nicely. But now I am CERTAIN it needs to be altered. There is no way I am walking down that aisle in fear of my tits popping out. Nope. Sorry. Won't do it.
There's so much more shit that I am worried about and need to vent about, but I am exhausted, and need to not write about weddings anymore right now.
Sorry for the blogdump. Hope everyone else's wed-planning is going better than mine.




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