Weddding Blitz
Yesterday Ben and I took the day off to hit all our wedding vendors for a final meeting. Wait, let me catch my breath, final meeting before the wedding. Oh my gosh. Ok.
We started at our venue chatting with the coordinator there. We hit our caterer up next, who had accidentally made double the order of deli sandwiches needed for another customer so we got a free lunch while we were there.
Then we met with our DJ at Panera—which is a great idea unless you forget exactly what your DJ looks like and spend five minutes circling the guy you think it is. Not that that happened to us of course, but yeah, it was the guy we thought it was.
Then the photographers—who we love, and not just because they have a corgi, although I embarrassed Ben by asking how their dog is doing. And finally the florist, where we dropped off all our homemade centerpieces.
To celebrate our whirlwind of a day and how good we feel with what the wedding will look like, we stopped at Harmony Brewing Company for two personal thin crust pizzas and a couple of their tasty cocktails.
By the time we got home at 8:30, we were pooped. How pooped? One of us promptly put ESPN on and fell asleep for the rest of the night. Not that that was Ben, but yeah, it might have been.
We started at our venue chatting with the coordinator there. We hit our caterer up next, who had accidentally made double the order of deli sandwiches needed for another customer so we got a free lunch while we were there.
Then we met with our DJ at Panera—which is a great idea unless you forget exactly what your DJ looks like and spend five minutes circling the guy you think it is. Not that that happened to us of course, but yeah, it was the guy we thought it was.
Then the photographers—who we love, and not just because they have a corgi, although I embarrassed Ben by asking how their dog is doing. And finally the florist, where we dropped off all our homemade centerpieces.
To celebrate our whirlwind of a day and how good we feel with what the wedding will look like, we stopped at Harmony Brewing Company for two personal thin crust pizzas and a couple of their tasty cocktails.
By the time we got home at 8:30, we were pooped. How pooped? One of us promptly put ESPN on and fell asleep for the rest of the night. Not that that was Ben, but yeah, it might have been.