So my brilliant plan did not pan out quite as I had planned. We bought the bridesmaid dresses over the weekend, through the Ann Taylor Final Sale, while we were at my parents' house. Unfortunately, one of my bridesmaids emailed me on Monday and told me that she needed a size other than the one she told me. Drat. Luckily, I was able to order the right size, so we only have to figure out how to deal with the remaining dress. Overall, not a huge deal.
In other news, the wedding I am a bridesmaid in is quickly approaching. I got a phone call the other day and the bride called to say that one of the other bridesmaids had asked her about accessories. She was thinking silver or black shoes, but she called to tell me the specific style number of a pair at the department store. I didn't think people did that anymore. I was surprised when one of my bridesmaids sent me styles of shoes, and I told her that I hadn't thought about it yet, but that I would probably pick a color and maybe a style.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Moldy Cake?
Adding to yesterday's post...
After we got back home from the cake tasting, my brother asked me if I had heard the conversation in the back of the shop when "Monica" went to retrieve the cake samples.
No.....
He told me that the two people in the shop had been arguing about the cake samples in the fridge. The two of them were huddled by the refridgerator, sorting through the cake samples.
"Oh, no we can't take this one out, it's been in here too long, it needs to be thrown out."
Which explains why we were only allowed to taste three flavors of cake, and maybe why those cakes weren't the best thing that we've ever tasted. The part that really aggravates me is that "Monica" told us that the flavors we tasted were the "standard" ones and if we wanted other flavors we would have to order samples at our own cost.
After we got back home from the cake tasting, my brother asked me if I had heard the conversation in the back of the shop when "Monica" went to retrieve the cake samples.
No.....
He told me that the two people in the shop had been arguing about the cake samples in the fridge. The two of them were huddled by the refridgerator, sorting through the cake samples.
"Oh, no we can't take this one out, it's been in here too long, it needs to be thrown out."
Which explains why we were only allowed to taste three flavors of cake, and maybe why those cakes weren't the best thing that we've ever tasted. The part that really aggravates me is that "Monica" told us that the flavors we tasted were the "standard" ones and if we wanted other flavors we would have to order samples at our own cost.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Wedding Planning Weekend?
What a frustrating weekend. We were supposed to go to Houston to meet with our Deacon for the "last" pre-Canaa session before the real last one over the summer to go over the logistics of the ceremony. We arrived at the church a few minutes early and checked in with the receptionist.
"Are you here to meet with the deacon?"
"Yes."
"Oh, well, he's not coming in today, because he has a cold. I called the rest of his meetings, but I couldn't find your number. He'll call you next week to reschedule."
Darn it. I mean, it was annoying, but you can't get mad at a deacon, can you, especially when he's sick?
Our next appointment of the day was the cake tasting. We went to the bakery of the day, which I had scoped out online because it had a storefront near the house (which my mother had deemed important). My fiance had expressed that he was doubtful, only five flavors of cake were featured at the tasting, but I thought that would be plenty.
When we arrived at the shop, we waited for a few minutes until someone came out (she never introduced herself until she wrote her name on the prospective contract at the end) who turned out to be Monica. My fiance and I had already talked about the design for the cake, so we blew through that portion of the meeting - on to the actual tasting.
Monica went back to the back room and brought back three kinds of cake with what looked like two different kinds of pink toothpaste. We were told that these were the standard flavors and if we wanted to taste the other flavors, we could order and pay for small sample cakes. Excuse me?
Anyway, we tasted the cakes and the toothpastes, which we found out were raspberry and strawberry fillings. To be honest, the cakes weren't OK, but when we found out the prices (in comparison to some others that I had seen), they weren't that good. The chocolate cake was pretty dry, too. We left with the prospective contract in hand, but definitely did not put down a deposit. Yet another fruitless meeting for the weekend.
"Are you here to meet with the deacon?"
"Yes."
"Oh, well, he's not coming in today, because he has a cold. I called the rest of his meetings, but I couldn't find your number. He'll call you next week to reschedule."
Darn it. I mean, it was annoying, but you can't get mad at a deacon, can you, especially when he's sick?
Our next appointment of the day was the cake tasting. We went to the bakery of the day, which I had scoped out online because it had a storefront near the house (which my mother had deemed important). My fiance had expressed that he was doubtful, only five flavors of cake were featured at the tasting, but I thought that would be plenty.
When we arrived at the shop, we waited for a few minutes until someone came out (she never introduced herself until she wrote her name on the prospective contract at the end) who turned out to be Monica. My fiance and I had already talked about the design for the cake, so we blew through that portion of the meeting - on to the actual tasting.
Monica went back to the back room and brought back three kinds of cake with what looked like two different kinds of pink toothpaste. We were told that these were the standard flavors and if we wanted to taste the other flavors, we could order and pay for small sample cakes. Excuse me?
Anyway, we tasted the cakes and the toothpastes, which we found out were raspberry and strawberry fillings. To be honest, the cakes weren't OK, but when we found out the prices (in comparison to some others that I had seen), they weren't that good. The chocolate cake was pretty dry, too. We left with the prospective contract in hand, but definitely did not put down a deposit. Yet another fruitless meeting for the weekend.
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