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Hey hey hey!

Hope you all had a lovely long weekend! Let’s carry on with these recaps shall we? But be warned: This post makes me want to go to my happy place, and if you’re still planning, it might scare you a little bit. So feel free to join me in said happy place if need be, just see above picture for reference. And hang in there, we’re almost to the good stuff now…

With only one more day to go as single ladies, the plan was this: flower mart in the early morning, arrange flowers in the backyard in the late morning, move into our venue around 2PM (the time the rentals were to be delivered) and set up until around 5PM. Then, a quick rehearsal and back to our house to shower, change, and celebrate with a few cold ones and some yummy pizza.

If you’ve been following along, then you know that the plan SO didn’t happen. So what wedding gods? Huh?

We definitely held up our end of the bargain.
We were up super early and at the flower mart with the professionals.
We ran moseyed on through and selected all the magenta/yellow filler that caught our eye. We were so conscientious (about flowers) that we got a parking ticket!
We started arranging the centerpieces in the backyard with the help of my mom, niece, BM Nami, and a few mimosas! (Thanks sis!) Oh! And my nephew- he was instrumental in keeping the dogs busy for us!
As afternoon approached, Wifey Stripes went to pick up all our fancy cheese (fighting mad LA traffic the whole way) and I hopped in the car with Lil’ Stripe and her lovely husband Alex to go pick up the U-Haul. I so wasn’t kidding about needing the U-Haul!
We were on track.

And then we got a dead battery.
And the sun beat down on my inarushforgotmysunscreen face and I had to stand outside Pep Boys in the heat/shade, terrified I’d be a sun-burnt bride.
And we got a new battery.
We arrived at (the first) U-Haul only to discover that they didn’t have a van available, and had reserved us a giant ass truck instead! Unable to drive said truck, we moved on to another U-Haul location.
We fought traffic back to our house and proceeded to cram that U-Haul to the brim.
Alex (who used to be a professional mover) was not very impressed/comfortable with the haphazard way we loaded the van! But hey Alex—nothing broke en route!

Then the phone call came—Wifey Stripes and some friends were at the venue to start setting up and there were NO rentals there. You know the ones that were supposed to be delivered by 2PM, at the latest, in writing, on our receipt?! Those rentals.

She called the (awful) rental place and guess what they said? Oh yeah! It’s good.
They just wouldn’t have time to drop ‘em off today, they’d do it tomorrow morning. All easy breezy, blase. Seriously. That’s what they said to my (usually) calm bride-to-be the day before the wedding. I. was. pissed. So I called back, had a little chat, and the rentals were supposedly going to be on their way.

Time check?
Around 4PM I think.

When we rolled up in our U-Haul, I was relieved to notice the rental company had arrived, although it was a bit strange that they were just standing around, not unloading anything…

Then more bad news—they didn’t have enough chairs for us, but we could have 64 chairs (for our 80 guests) if we’d like, they had those. Or they could bring back 80 totally different chairs tomorrow. (As in NOT the ones we’d wanted/ordered/planned for.)

OMG. WTF?

Oh! And they didn’t have our two generators, or half the other stuff we’d ordered either.
The poor delivery guy didn’t really know why they’d sent him over with a totally incomplete order.

“Hi, I’m Stripes. I KNOW you’re just the delivery guy and this isn’t your fault, so can you give me the number of the person I should yell at about this?”

Gulp. That’s me folks, grace under fire.

After a few more phone calls with a nowherenearapologeticorevenslightlyhelpfulemployee, it was agreed upon that the rentals would be delivered at 9AM on our wedding day, and the rental company would throw in the set up. Gee, thanks.

And so we unpacked the U-Haul. We figured out where everything would go if it ever arrived. We decided rehearsing, sans music or chairs, was a waste of time, and we told everyone to meet us back at our house.

Exhausted, stressed out, and nasty dirty we rolled in to our pizza place, ordered a bunch of pizza, and headed home. We could have lost it at this point, but really, we couldn’t do a damn thing. And so we ceased to care.

Any near catastrophes in the days leading up to your wedding?

Stick around, I promise it gets better! And/Or catch up:

• Please Allow Me to (re)Introduce Myself…
• The Days Before