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State of the Union, and A Wedding Recap

14 Mar

The Union being me. You guys, whatever bacteria or viruses are currently taking up residence in my body, they are trying to kill me! It would probably help if I would just rest for a bit, but no! No! There’s life to be lived! Speaking of which…

Rob and Kate are married! It was a lovely wedding (although I’ll admit to giggling a bit when that bit of Corinthians was read… ha!). I danced like a total fool whenever they played a song I liked. I think I’ve forgotten how to dance any other way. Steve and I requested our song from the dj, but he didn’t have it… which I thought was weird, because in my opinion it’s the Ultimate Love Song, and while The Luckiest certainly never achieved the heights of mainstream popularity that sayyy, Everything I Do by Bryan Adams or Still The One by Shania Twain happened to achieve, it’s not like Ben Folds Five was some under the radar indie band. As such, we forced it upon everyone in attendance and provided the dj with a cd. So in the end, Steve and I danced to our song for the first time since our own wedding 6 months ago and that alone was enough to make my night.

The only slight downside was the fact that I got a bit tipsier than I’d intended. One of the parent’s speeches was really, really, really, really long, so our table created a drinking game from it. Hey, I never claimed to be classy. Thankfully all I had to drink was white wine, and for some reason white wine never leaves me with much of a hangover. I am, however, arguably more ill than I was yesterday, so all things considered, I still learned my lesson.

Oh, and the blue dress garnered me my fair share of compliments! There’s something to be said for stepping outside of your comfort zone, clothing-wise, every once in awhile.

Just for fun, I leave you with the playlist from Steve’s and my wedding. Because quite frankly, our music selections kicked ass:

Processional: I’ll Be There by The Jackson 5 (bridal party) and To Make You Feel My Love by Adele (for me)
Interlude: First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes
Recessional: Do You Realize by The Flaming Lips
Introduction of the bridal party: The Final Countdown by Europe
Introduction of the couple: All You Need Is Love by The Beatles
Cake-cutting song: Love You Madly by Cake
First dance: The Luckiest by Ben Folds Five
Parents’ dance: You Make Me Feel So Young by Frank Sinatra
Bouquet toss: Marry Me by Dolly Parton
Garter toss: Business Time by Flight of the Conchords

Go make a playlist of it!


Wedding Snark

8 Oct

Okay… this is the dishy post where I talk about the vendors I had bad experiences with. Disclaimer: All of this is just my personal opinion stemming from my personal experiences, yada yada yada. Alright, with that out of the way, are you ready for some snark? Good, me too…

First up, and probably worst up: Martino’s Bridal on Bank Street. Awful, awful, awful experience. In spite of some mild protesting coming from the wedding party, I insisted that the dresses be ordered in April, shortly after Easter. Why? Because I am paranoid and neurotic, and I tend to assume that the worst will happen, so I expected something to go wrong with the bridesmaid dresses, just as I expected something to go wrong with everything else. At least with regard to everything else, I was pleasantly surprised when it all went according to plan. As for these bridesmaid dresses… we ordered them around April 20th and were assured they would arrive within 6 to 8 weeks, as is standard. 8 weeks passed before I even noticed, so it was probably more like 10 weeks after the fact when I called to follow up. No, they’re not in yet; they will be here by the end of August. Given the fact that the wedding was September 20th, that seemed to be cutting it a little close, but it’s not like there was anything I could do to speed the process up, so I accepted that. September 1st rolls around and still no dresses, so I’m back on the phone. Where are my dresses?? Oh, they should be in within the next three days. Three days goes by and again I’m back on the phone. WHERE ARE MY DRESSES?? It’s only at this point that I get actively pissed off. I hounded them all day that day. I got my mom and my bridesmaids to hound them too. It was arguably my one bridezilla moment. But we got the dresses the next day. Fancy that.

Might I add, during one of these phone calls, the sales associate to whom I was speaking snapped at me when I asked when she would be checking the day’s order to see if my dresses were there. “I was just about to before the phone rang.” Oh right, because this is my fault. Sorry to stress you out so much, lady, but this is my wedding we’re talking about here!

It’s also worth noting the fact that at no point did any of the sales associates at Martino’s apologize to me for the situation. The day the dresses arrived, my mother went straight to the store to pick them up, and the lady there at the time told her to tell me that she was sorry, but a direct apology would have been nice.

First runner up for worst service ever: Zeina, the seamstress from The Perfect Alteration. Was her work good? Sure. Was it bloody expensive? Heck yes! Was the bridesmaid dress ready for pickup on September 18th, two days prior to the wedding, the date upon which we all agreed that the dress would be collected by myself and my bridesmaid? Hell no!! Pins, everywhere! Raw edges, everywhere! My bridesmaid, being yelled at for not bringing the shoes we didn’t realize she’d need as we were under the impression the dress was being picked up for the wedding taking place not 48 hours later! And also being told repeatedly that she’d need to wear Spanx. Thanks, Zeina, but we came for the alterations, not for the running commentary on our body types. She does good work but her concept of customer service leaves a lot to be desired.

Lastly… Eternity Bridal! Understand, when I went there about a year ago when I began searching for my dress, the experience was fantastic. The dress was perfect and reasonably priced, the store was cute and classy with a good selection of styles and sample sizes, and the service was impeccable… they even threw in a free veil and throwaway garter! So why am I hating on them now? Simple: They’re the ones who directed me to Zeina. Not such a big deal in and of itself, but when I wrote an email recently to inform them of my overwhelmingly negative experience with her, thinking that they would appreciate the feedback, they wrote back with a long defense of her behaviour (essentially saying that they are aware of how rude she is but they believe her work justifies it), and said that she must not have been aware of the wedding date if the dress was not ready by the 18th as expected. Read: “It has to have been your fault.” Yeah, except it actually wasn’t my fault at all. I understand that the ownership of Eternity Bridal has changed since I bought my dress there, so even though my experience buying a dress from them was positive, I’m not so sure I’d recommend them anymore. Their response to my complaint smacked of ego; obviously they value their own opinions more than feedback from unhappy customers.

All of this being said, I consider myself very lucky, because aside from an issue with a girl who agreed to stand in my wedding party and then backed out right before the bridesmaid dresses had to be ordered, that was really the extent of my wedding drama. From what I understand, it’s usually a lot, lot more challenging. I tried to take a pretty relaxed approach to the wedding and had no expectations of “perfection” or a “dream day” or anything like that, so I think it made it easier. Yes, there were small details that I probably would have changed in retrospect, but nothing aside from these three experiences actively upset me. Based on my experiences with them, I would definitely caution any other Ottawa brides-to-be against using services from the aforementioned places and people.

Wedding Deets… Withheld.

2 Oct

So I guess you’re probably interested in hearing about the wedding. You might even be wondering, given the fact that Steve and I didn’t take a proper honeymoon right away, why I haven’t yet sat down to relive every moment and share it with you all.

Partly, it’s because I’m just being selfish. With every day that passes, I feel myself getting further and further away from it all… and all I want to do is hold it close and not let it go. There’s a part of me that feels like writing about it pushes it away… I guess because it forces me to acknowledge that it’s all just a memory now? Also there’s something very sad about writing about my wedding in the past tense. There was so much excitement leading up to the day, and then the day itself was just so, so perfect. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost and all that, but it’s still tremendously sad that it’s all over with now. Lastly… so much of it is just a blur. I only have a few salient memories from the entire day. I feel like it’s pointless to convey those few snippets to you, because it wouldn’t paint nearly a perfect enough picture of everything that happened.

What I will tell you is this: It was absolutely heavenly. I loved every moment, from the nerves in my belly upon waking up to the car ride to Bean Town, to the carriage rides, to the faces Steve pulled involuntarily when I walked in the room, to the way my voice cracked in the middle of my vows, to how the opening strains of Do You Realize sounded so thunderous as the officiant introduced us as Mr. and Mrs., to the bonfire, to dancing to “our song” (The Luckiest by Ben Folds) on a tiny island as spectacular fireworks exploded overhead, to the cedar cabin with the giant bathtub built for two and a tree filled with fairy lights overhanging the bed.

That cabin. I will never forget the smell of that cabin as long as I live. It prompted me to tell Steve that we need to get something made of cedar to put in the apartment, so we can always have that smell with us. Unfortunately I woke up to an asthma attack around six in the morning… because of this, Steve told me that he thought perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to bring cedar into the apartment after all. I told him there’s a difference between having cedar in your house versus living in a house of cedar, and I still want to find something to get that smell near me again. I don’t care what. Perfume, some sort of home furnishing, shavings for the rabbit cage. I’ll take anything.

At some point in time, I’ll do a little review of the various services and vendors that we used. I have some absolute raves to share, as well as some cautionary tales. But in terms of the wedding itself, I’m afraid that’s all you get. It was perfect, it was spectacular, it was everything I could have hoped for it to be… but it was mine, and I’m just not ready to share it yet.

You Get Another One Right Away, Just Because.

15 Sep

A thought occurred to me just now, as I was commenting on someone else’s blog…

As of approximately 4 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on September 20th, 2009, I will be married to my most perfect complement. And I thought to myself, as I was commenting on Someone Else’s Blog, wouldn’t it be cool if every person who reads this comment took a second to do something wedding-y at 4 p.m. on Sunday? Blow some bubbles, light a sparkler, have a sip of champagne…

Not that I’d be there to see it or anything, but I love the idea of perfect strangers taking a moment to help us celebrate. So, I totally exploited Someone Else’s Blog to ask people to do that for us (it was a pretty popular blog, ha ha!) and I hope somebody does it!

I know I don’t have a whole lot of readers… but if you happen to be reading this, and you happen to think of it on Sunday the 20th at 4 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, do something celebratory for Steve and me, okay?

Pre-wedding Blahs?

29 Aug

If moods had a colour, mine would be decidedly beige lately. Or possibly the colour of vomit. Does vomit have a consistent colour? If it does, that’s the colour of my moods. Which is weird because rightfully, I should be one happy little piggy right now. I’ll be married in less than a month, we’re not completely ghetto po’ for the first time in over a year, I got to see Walking With Dinosaurs, I scored a bunch of free stuff from work lately… and speaking of work, I have the least stressful job in the world.

So whyyyyy am I freaking out??

The past two weeks I’ve felt rather on the brink of complete mental collapse. It’s probably just pre-wedding stress… in fact, I’m sure it is… but I wish I could figure out how to quell it. Because soon, yes, the wedding will be over and done with, but that doesn’t mean all the stress in the world is going to disappear with it. I need better coping mechanisms!

Anyone have any suggestions?

Things I Did Today.

13 Aug

Obtained my marriage license.
Took used books to The Book Market and sold a few for $6.75.
Took the remainder of the books to the other Book Market and sold a few more for $6.25.
Took the last of the books to Goodwill.
Bought a dresser at Ikea.
Drove to Bean Town and ironed out wedding details (seems we’re still on track).
Got a pizza with roasted garlic.

This is the first opportunity I’ve had since I woke up around 8 a.m. to just sit down.

Sit tight though… I have another book report coming your way!

My thrilling life.

10 Aug

Blaaaaaah so much is happening. But I promised I wouldn’t abandon you and as such… here I am! With just a quick update to let you know what’s been going on… but hey, better than nothing, right?

Steve & I took a little out of town trip about a week ago now, to attend his friend’s wedding. It was nice, and kind of peculiar, and fun, and they really raised the bar on favours, giving everybody this crazy candy dish thing, all packaged up with glitter and a thank you note. Steve & I are sticking with mix cd’s and fudge. Sorry, wedding guests. Anyway, it was a tiring trip, even though we only went to Toronto. I don’t like travelling. At all. It makes me angry.

A bit of advice: You know what you should not do when you are in the final stages of planning your wedding? Attend someone else’s wedding. Because it will only serve to remind you how much you have yet to do. So, I’ve been in panic mode ever since we got back to town. “Oh no we have to write our vows because the officiant has to approve them but we can’t meet our officiant until we have procured our marriage license oh god when will we get our marriage license we never have time off together! And we have to have a meeting at the venue and Genevieve will be expecting us to have gotten things done but we can’t do our table arrangements because we are still waiting on reply cards and oh my goddddddddddd!”

And on top of that… we move into our new apartment tomorrow.

So that’s where I’ve been.

I’m very tired.

And yet, still going to see Funny People tonight! Yay!