I talked to the Princess today for a couple hours, over the course of which I discovered the time of the rehearsal, general plans for the days before the wedding, favorite colors and flowers, and more! Lots more. For example: "Well, if you want to save money, you can start by NOT getting a male stripper. Because … gross."
The information has been distributed to all the bridesmaids. Now that we know what's going on, to about the same extent that the bride does anyway, we can coordinate. Thus far we've been doing okay via email, but seeing as how we mostly don't even live in the same time zone, the potential for confusion is quite high. As it was, we were planning redundant teas! We were thinking about surprising the Princess with a fancy tea on Thursday, while she was planning all along to have the exact same fancy tea the very next day (which she hadn't mentioned yet).
The bridesmaid adventure continues.
Of more local interest: Bottoms Up Pizza has been knocking exactly two inches off the diameters of pizza ordered for delivery (the last two times we've ordered, so that's three pizzas, each too small by the exact same amount). For shame! That's about 30% less pizza. And it's really obvious too, because they're using the same size boxes. The first time it happened, Oz complained to the manager, who said, "Well, you know they're all handmade." Yeah, and if they were inconsistently wrong-sized, we might buy that.
252 words | January 7, 2007 09:22 PM | Real true story