My photographer called me 2 days before my wedding to tell me that she was not going to come to the bridal prep because it was a 45 minute drive which was “just too far” for her. She knew when I hired her almost a year ago where we were doing bridal prep. We were getting ready at my childhood home and my mom had decorated the entire house and planted flowers in the spring in anticipation of the pictures. We were all devastated. I scrambled trying to find another photographer for just the bridal prep. My brother’s ex-gf just started a photography business so I called her and since she had just gotten back from vacation, she was free. My brother’s wife was my Matron of Honor so it was a bit awkward but they were all cool about it. Day of the wedding, we left the favors and place cards at home. We were already at the venue almost an hour away so there was no way if someone went to get them that they would be back in time. Our only thought was maybe my brother’s ex-gf (the photographer) would bring them. I felt terrible asking but I knew my idiot family would make a huge fuss about not getting favors. We had her break into my parents house, gave her the alarm code so that it wouldn’t go off, find the favors, and drive almost an hour to the wedding that she wasn’t invited to, to give them to us. She got a hefty tip. We got a gormet pizza truck to cater the wedding. They were supposed to have a table set up inside with fancy pedestals and table cloths and servers in formal wear to serve the pizza. I walked over to see that the guests had been released to go outside and were waiting in a huge line at the pizza truck with paper plates to get the food. Nope nope. Shut that down quickly, but not before a lot of people were very confused and upset about why they were eating pizza off paper plates, standing outside during a formal wedding. Time came for toasts. My dad was last so he did the whole “raise your glass” thing. I noticed guests were looking around awkwardly and holding up their water glasses. I never got champagne. Totally forgot. Back to the photographer. She didn’t take any of the pictures we asked her to. We wanted lots of candids and she made us to all these stupid poses like bridesmaids blowing kisses at the groom. When I finally got the photos 5 MONTHS later, they looked ridiculous. Not to mention I never got any money back for her not shooting the bridal prep. I threatened to hire a lawyer to get my pictures before I actually got them. They are all cropped to awkward sizes so I can’t even print them. She sucked. For all of you living in Connecticut looking for a photographer, do NOT use Kate Speigle Photography. But definitely use Visual Appeals Studios (my brother’s ex’s business). They take fabulous pictures, you won’t even know they are there, and they (husband and wife team) will go above and beyond for you. My only regret with all the other stuff that happened was not hiring them for the entire wedding.
How in holy hell did 10,000 people choose to get rid of pizza!? Those people need help.
Response to 11 Words That Prove The English Language Is Meaningless And So Is Life So Let’s All Give Up:
Awful was originally used positively (as in awe). Then it starting being used in front of negative words (such as terrifically bad) so much that it got a negative connotation, and now that is how it is used the majority of the time.
1) A demon goat creature holding up its fists and crying.
2) A very inaccurate map of the world
5) 2 Samuri dudes with funny hats sitting on top of an elephant with a cut-out of a uterus at the bottom.
6) 2 seahorses with funny noses and erections
7) an unfolded paper towel after using it to clean up spilled liquid
8) an elephant head with no trunk and misshapen ears
9) 2 birds about to touch beaks while hanging on to a vertical stick
10) The Sphenoid bone in the skull. Why were these not options?
My question is about #6 “forces him to have sex with her. Jeremy refers to it as a ‘rape’.” Why is rape in quotes? “forces him to have sex with her” uhhhh last time I checked that’s rape, not “rape”. Just because its a man doesn’t make it not rape.
I lived in a townhouse with 4 other girls in college. 4 of us had chosen to live together so they stuck us with one rando because there were 5 bedrooms. She was literally the weirdest person I’ve ever met. She would sit in the common area in the dark in the middle of the night with her greasy hair draped over her face like the girl in the ring. It was so effing creepy. She would leave heavily used pads sitting open on top of the trash in the bathroom, like she wanted people to see it. When we confronted her about it, she said she thought it was “normal”. She came home really late one night, wasted out of her mind, barefoot, leaving BLOODY footprints on the floor. She had a huge gash on the backs of both heels that were bleeding profusely. I still have no idea what happened. She never cleaned or contributed to the house. We eventually hid the toilet paper and told her to buy some. She didn’t and there was no toilet paper for over a week. What she was using to wipe herself, I have no clue. At the end of the year, there was a huge fee if the house was not cleaned. She moved out first and left her room a disaster and left some personal possessions behind. I had to clean up and get rid of her stuff. I sent her a Facebook message asking her WTF had happened. She said she left some stuff behind for us as “gifts” (things like an old dustpan, broken mug, those bloody jeans from that night) and that we could have them. I messaged her back ranting about all the things she had done over the year. I felt like a bitch afterwards, but I was just so mad. She emailed me 6 YEARS later apologizing for being such a horrible roommate.
My Freshman year of college I had a roommate who never spoke to me. Our beds had less than 2 feet of space between them and she wouldn’t even acknowledge me ever. I tried making small talk repeatedly and she would respond with one word answers and never make eye contact so I stopped trying. She was ALWAYS in our room when she wasn’t in class so I never had any privacy. She never had any visitors. So to my surprise, one day I walked in and both her parents were sitting on my bed. The awkward part being I had just gotten out of the shower and was only in a towel. I apologized and grabbed some clothes. Her dad leaned towards me, took a deep inhale and said, “Mmmmm, you smell good.” Uh…
I knew I was going to find a comment like this. ITS A JOKE.
My room mate/best friend in college was having a really hard time after she went through some major personal issues. I found her sobbing on the bathroom floor. She told me she felt like she would have a panic attack in class the next day so I tried convincing her not to go. She said she had to because she had an important exam. I felt so bad for her. In my room later that night, I starting talking out loud to my room mate’s mother, whom I never knew and died 15 years earlier. I asked her to please watch over and guide her daughter and be there for her during this difficult time. Not 30 seconds after a stopped talking, there was a huge flash outside my window. It was dark out but the weather was perfect so I knew it wasn’t lightning. Turned out the transformer outside my window blew up for no reason and school was cancelled the next day because they were having trouble getting the power back on (which was weird because our dorm was a few miles away from the main campus). So not only was my room mate saved from her inevitable nervous breakdown, but there was a really bad car accident in the area around the time she would have been driving to class and she could very well have been in it. I am convinced her mother was responsible for the power outage and saving her from a car accident.