In my last post I threw a fit about caterers not adhering to my demands that they respond within minutes to my inquiries, and also make up a song about me and send flowers to me. Ravishing Raddish just got back to me today, a billion weeks later. No good, guys.
I issued a challenge to Shooby Doo Catering in that same post, and to my delight, they have come through for me. I got an email four hours later (at 2 a.m.) from one of the owners with an itemized quote AND answers to all the questions I had rattled off. It wasn't a cold profeshonal email, either... there were exclamation points!!1!one
We have an appointment to meet with them this Saturday to discuss the menu. And that's how business is done.
I picked up my dress today. It's mine, my very own! I was a size 20 when I tried their sample on a few months ago... but I was a small size 20, and the salesgirl was confident that I could be laced into an 18 if they had one on hand. So I got ambitious and ordered a 16.
Now it's now and I'm a solid 22, and I was dreading the dress pickup because I wasn't going to be able to try it on. It had also been a shitty day and I just walked in to Alfred Angelo pissed off to begin with. But magically, as if to deliver me (if only for a moment) from traffic and rain and all the other things going wrong, the size 16 fits over my hips and can be laced loosely enough to fit myself in it. I could not lose any weight between now and July and still be able to rock this bitch down the aisle, ya'll.
Moral of the story: that's why you always get a lace-up wedding dress.
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