Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Bad, Meet Worse

First of all, I do have to take a second to thank everyone who commented on yesterday's post.  It was definitely a little eye-opening to read all your comments and hear about the trials you experienced when you (or a friend) was getting married (Catholic church or not).  It was a stupid, whiney post but it did feel lovely to get it off my chest.

So, I posted that yesterday and then felt inspired to work out.  It's been approximately since I got engaged in August that I worked out.... soo, roughly, five months.  Way to go, self.

Anyways, I did my best Jillian Michaels' impersonation with my 30 Day Shred DVD... and I should have known that my surviving a round of that DVD was the best thing that was going to happen all day.

I had been putting it off for about 2 weeks now, but I had several family members asking about hotels for the wedding.  I went to a bridal show on Sunday and there were supposed to be a couple hotels there - but they weren't.  I was going to have to do it the non-lazy way, sigh.

I hopped online and pulled up the website of the top 3 hotels around my small town.  While there are a decent number of hotels in my area, let's just say a lot of them haven't seen a renovation since I was born.  Gag/cough/dry heave.

I pulled up the first website, plugged in my wedding date, and clicked Submit.  I wanted an idea of the baseline price before I called and spoke to a real human, hoping I could score a bit of a deal for my wedding guests.

Hmm, the results said there were no rooms available that weekend.  Interesting.

Next hotel, same thing.

At this point I'm only slightly hyperventilating.

You see, back in August, I scheduled my wedding around the nation's largest Vietn@m Vetr@ns reunion (sorry, I don't exactly want people googling that and getting here), which is held in my hometown every year.  As of August (and back in December when I double-checked it), it was scheduled for September 15th - not the 21st or anything close.

So, I googled.  And they moved the godforsaken reunion.  To my wedding date.

Cue the tears.  According to my extensive internet research, the nearest hotel with an available room is 30 miles away in a town so podunk it makes my small hometown look like NYC.

I called my dad sobbing and then Mr. RH - who told me he couldn't understand me and that I needed to calm down.  Fat chance of that, buddy.

So, after many more tears, I had to go to work.  And my knight in shining curly hair took over the task of figuring out where to stick my entire extended family and my friends.

After some smooth-talking to one of the hotel managers, Mr. RH got a manager to agree to open up a few of the rooms (that are "reserved" for the damn reunion but not yet booked) if my people book them this week.

My sweet daddy called my relatives and sent out smoke signals that they needed to book rooms immediately - which they did.

I'm not even kidding - I was SO upset yesterday.  Originally, I had wanted a wedding on September 15th.  Something about it seemed so symmetric and perfect and us.  It was exactly 13 months after we got engaged and all that jazz.

And now, to know that we could have had that date and that the damn Veterans organization moved their event sometime between December and January - it just makes me so upset.  I know, I'm nobody special and rotten things happen all the flipping time - but hot damn.  I would really, truly like to catch a break once in a good while.

Mad props to Mr. RH for handling my hysteria, and mad props to everyone booking a hotel for my wedding and paying more than I've paid to stay on the Mag Mile in Chicago in peak weather.  Sorry about that, I owe you a big drink.  How about September 21st?

Now I just have to send out the smoke-signals to my college friends and hopefully get them on board and booking rooms today...

However, thank to Mr. RH, I can officially say that crisis is averted.

And now I've officially maxed out the whine capacity on my blog.

Bride out.  (Not a minute too soon, either.)

Any other crisis situations I should be preparing for?  I could never have prepared for that one mentally in a million years.

9 Classy Comments:

K said...

OMG I would have freaked out too! Nice job to Mr. RH for talking the people into getting you rooms! That's awesome! I think you just need to be prepared for everything to blow up in your face. Not that it will, at all. I just expected everything to be a mess, so when it wasn't I was pleasantly surprised. It sure made the torrential downpour right before the ceremony a lot more manageable! Good luck girl!

Georgina Castellucci said...

So glad it all worked out - what a conundrum!

Sweet Simplicity said...

That is so frustrating! I hope everyone is able to get a room. You had a right to freak out about this! It's a big deal. :)

TALLV said...

WOW you whine ALOT..seriously..go to the JP throw a picnic have fun..why stress so much especially since its obvi you cant handle it...weddings are bullshit anyways..its whats after that horrifically exaggerated day that counts..married two years and i had a tiny wedding in a summer dress with a catered picnic and i had a BALL and still having a BALL TWO YEARS LATER...cut out the drama its exhausting..what you are making "important" about your wedding is so far from that you cant even see important from where you are standing

Aly said...

Way to go Mr. RH! He's a keeper! It will all be worth it in the end when you have the wedding of your dreams!! xox

Sara Cate said...

My inlaws were schedule to have a wedding of a dear friend in their back yard this weekend (Arizona). But we had a flash flood and we relocated the wedding in the pouring rain 4 hours prior to the ceremony (tables and all!). I just wrote about it today on my blog sincerelysaracate.blogspot.com. I can tell you though, even will all the craziness to pull it off, it was amazing. Know that nothing can come between you two and it will all be perfect.

Jessica @ Acting Adult said...

Oh goodness, it's so stressful to deal with all those things! I'm glad everything was able to get worked and definitely good that your future husband was able to pull that together for you!

BelleinBows said...

Way to go Mr.RH and Dad! I am so happy that it worked out and Hate that you're having to deal with all of the stress during your wedding planning. It will only make your day that much more enjoyable.
Let me know if you ever need to vent about planning! I am right there with you! We are actually going to do a walk through of one of the hotels tomorrow before we block book rooms.

Sarah said...

I just wanted to let you know that I'm unsubscribing. I know in the grand scheme of life, it won't be important to you - just like, apparently, the service that these incredible Vietnam veterans gave to protect our country so you could have your wedding whenever you pleased. Calling it a 'damn reunion' is disrespectful. It's not "your day" - that's a myth of selfishness that I've never understood. Best of luck, but I have no interest in following the life of someone so self-centered, shallow and ungrateful.

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