There are some aspects of the wedding that, like it or not, I just have no control over, and am completely powerless to prevent. What happened with our getaway car is a prime example of this.
I haven’t mentioned this on here before because many of my ‘real’ friends read, and I wanted to keep it a surprise. But now that it’s not happening, I guess there’s no harm in sharing…
Our neighbor has a Rolls-Royce (and a Ferrari, but that’s another story!). A while back he offered to chauffeur us away from the reception. Understandably, Mr. Blueberry and I were really really excited about that, and planned accordingly (ie we didn’t get a limo).
Well, now the neighbor is out of the picture–no more details than that
. So we’re car-less. Poo. And with no money left to hire a limo, either.
Looks like we’ll be leaving the wedding in this:

(Mr. Blueberry’s 2003 Grand Am)
Oh well. Could be worse, I suppose. But I’m still bummed.
We tried renting a car, but we really wanted a Mustang convertible–or any convertible–and no one rents them in Missouri. We also thought about friends, or friends’ parents, or parents’ friends, and none of them have really cool cars either (except the aforementioned Rolls!). So we’re pretty much SOL. But that’s OK–a 2003 Grand Am isn’t a bad car at all! ![]()
Could be worse: our getaway will be on foot!