Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Let me tell you a little story about a man named Dennis

Since I can't out clients who behave poorly for fear of it being unprofessional, wedding planning will be AMAZING. I can talk about all kinds of people.

A few weekends ago, Dave and I went to the great state where I grew up; Wild and Wonderful West Virginia. My mom had been kind enough to set up several appointments for us to see space for possible wedding receptions. I was most looking forward to visiting the capitol. As we entered, I was mesmerized by the marble walls, the chandeliers and really, just the grandeur of the building. Sadly, since I work in this industry, not a lot takes my breath away except for bad fish. I was immediately falling in love with this building.

Then we met the planner. Never in my life have I met someone so self absorbed during a site tour. During the hour that we spent there, he talked about his wife and granddaughter the ENTIRE time...well, except for the moments when he was offending different religions and ethnic groups. I'm sorry, but this is my wedding that we should be talking about. One or two sweet side stories about your personal life is fine, but I should  not have to remind you 3 times why we are there and you then avoid answering any of my questions! It was outrageous. I feel very sorry for any bride who entrusts her day to this man. When we went to look at dates, he had one paper calendar and three, THREE, folders that he had to flip through to see if space was available. All I could picture was a continued nightmare for the next 10 months. Needless to say, the beauty of the building was not enough to overcome what would inevitably be the biggest nightmare imaginable.

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