The last three weeks have been kind of nutty for us in terms of planning the wedding. Now that we have everything worked out, I think I’m ready to talk about it in a good humored way.
A couple of weeks ago we started feeling a little less than satisfied with the original place we had selected for our wedding ceremony and reception. The venue was no less attractive but our comfort level with the people that we would be working with at the venue waned significantly making us wonder if the whole thing was going to cause us way more stress and way more money than we originally thought.
Around the same time Cris got a call from her firm out in LA to let her know that they were changing the training schedule for new associates to the week we were going to have the weeding. Because we had previously cleared that time frame for the wedding with them they were fine with us going ahead with our plans, but just wanted to let her know she wasn’t caught off guard. Despite their assurances, Cris was understandably unhappy about not being able to go through the training with the rest of her associates group and grew concerned about the timing of things.
Those two things together suggested the world was trying to tell us something and we should maybe look at another place at another time, which we could still do because we hadn’t signed a contract with the venue yet.
We had already signed a contract with our photographer so we had to work within her schedule to find a weekend that she wasn’t already booked. After checking the star charts, determining the coefficient of the mean, and determining the longitude and latitude of the “Lost” island we found a date…until we had a small panic attack about a really bad feeling that something was wrong with that date and moved it to the Saturday instead of Sunday.
After letting my family know of the change, my brother quickly informed me that I dodged a major bullet because my sister-in-law is going to be in a wedding the weekend before wich turned out to be another weekend we were looking at. I should have taken more note of that and realized it was a warning that something was still amiss.
We moved on to planning the the rehearsal dinner but Cris kept having bad dreams and bad feelings that something was wrong.
A little tip, if you’re going to change your wedding date make sure your officiant is good with it. My best friend from college, Devon, is going to do our wedding and when we gave her the original date she said it was fine and she didn’t have anything else big planned for the fall. While we were sorting out all of the other schedule conflicts to try to nail down our new date I played a little bit of phone tag with Devon, but didn’t get in touch with her until I was passing on the new date.
This is when she, laughed and told me that her sister-in-law, who had scheduled her wedding around our date, had scheduled her wedding for the Friday of our new weekend. In fact, when the sister-in-law brought it up with Devon she gave two weekends they were picking from, our weekend and an open weekend. Of 52 weeks in a year, what are the chances we would pick the exact same weekend.
Because Devon is really easy going and awesome, she was willing to work out whatever needed to be worked out to get to our wedding. Feeling like the monumental tool that I am, we set out and were actually able to accomplish getting the wedding moved back to Sunday and Devon is going to be able to come out and do the wedding, and her husband is even going to be able to come out with her.
To make all of that ridiculousness a shorter story. New and final date is Sunday 13 September for the wedding. Anything else comes up, we’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it. Thank you to everyone that had to suffer through this process for your patience. Hopefully, the rest of this will not be as painfully frustrating.
And if anyone had any doubts, yes I’m a tool. Who doesn’t think to confirm with their officiant that they can do the wedding on a certain day? And in happier news, Cris feels better already and is happy that she just wasn’t going crazy.
