Wedding Planning. Kill Me.
Feb 29, 2008 Me
Last weekend the future Mrs. BFH dragged me with her to Syracuse to perform a variety of tasks related to our upcoming wedding. Like any warm blooded male, I was not looking forward to that day, and it didn’t disappoint.
The first task was to taste-test at a couple of bakeries that could potentially do our wedding cake. We met her parents.
It was a complete disaster. The first bakery was a complete dump (the website looked nice though!). The guy was smoking cigarettes while he baked. This did not put her in the proper mood.
The second (and what turned out to be last) bakery we went to wouldn’t even let us test that day, despite telling us to come on Saturday. At that point the future Mrs. BFH was in as foul a mood as I could imagine. She and her mother just sat down and found a couple of photo books of wedding cakes to try and salvage something of this disaster. It was the only thing they could do. I just sort of stood there for 20 minutes, getting (more) frustrated.
Then, inexplicably, I blurted out “I want our wedding cake to be shaped like Donovan McNabb.”
Hilarity ensued. I couldn’t stop chuckling and smiling, she couldn’t stop yelling at me. Weddings make females (more) insane. Anyway, I guess I post this story because we’re going to give this whole thing another shot this weekend. Yippee.
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