Weddingbee Blog

Alas, this post does not refer to the Guns ‘N’ Roses classic wedding tune (though, as a present to his bride to be, Mr. Daisy did take me to the GNR show at Continental Airlines Arena on Sunday night) but to the weather of this last week.

Yeah, so my wedding is one day (!!) away and all hell has broken loose there have been a couple of snafus to contend with.

Say it with me: water damage.

Yes, my venue, which also has guest rooms–guest rooms in which my bridal party and i were to get ready for the wedding, guest rooms to which lovely tea sandwiches and Balducci’s mini lobster rolls were to be delivered, guest rooms in which I was to sleep the nights before and after my wedding–has suffered some water damage. (Mercifully) the public spaces are fine. The guest rooms? Not so fine. So now my wedding planners, my mom, the venue’s catering manager are scrambling to find an “equal or better” substitute.

The thing is– one of major perks (to me) about my venue was the Presidential Suite in which I would get ready. Two bedrooms, right *in* the venue (so getting from A to B on my wedding day was rendered a complete non-issue). Yes, the Pierre and the Sherry-Netherland are just steps away from my venue, and have lovely suites both. But…

I’m still really, really bummed. I wanted a day of calm and ease. It’s looking like drama may well be the order of the day, and I’d like to send it back!

The other thing is–shouldn’t buildings be at least a *little* waterproof?!? Especially when said buildings exist in climates *other* than Saharan ones. Seriously. It *barely* rained this week yet somehow this damaged rooms? What the fuck fudge?

Ok, I need to figure out how to not be angry! Any ideas on how? Or, in the alternative, any commiserating horror stories you want to share? (misery does hate to be alone, after all!)