Well that, and the one thing I did want to blog about....
*Cry with me, I didn't get good pictures*
My friends Jeremy & Lori got married this weekend and I was their wedding coordinator. My job at Marine Reach as Events Coordinator has been shaped much by my experience with weddings and other events. Matt and I had a
budget thrifty inexpensive wedding; we planned everything ourselves. When I say everything, I mean, all but the food since my very very very cool father-in-law refused to let us have any part in it, except to say "What do you want?". Bet you didn't have hot wings and meatballs at your wedding!
Just a month after our wedding, my friend Danielle T. got married and I flew in for the day.I remembered all the stuff that had either gone wrong, or had needed figuring out on the day, and I remembered it all. It also helped that I'd been working in a wedding gown shop for over 6 months by then, and had wedding running in the brain 24-7. All the silly things like - fluffing the petticoats and having safety pins in case the bustle fell down, offering to help the bride pee, and holding all the lipsticks!
About 9 months later I was in my friend Jessie's wedding, and it reinforced, yet again, those things I needed to know. Everything from decorations to which side those boutonnieres go on. And one of the most important thing - "Please don't freak the bride out 25 minutes before she walks down the aisle!"
Another 5 months later I helped my girlfriend Nesi plan hers - from putting together invitations to sewing her wedding gown, to telling her bridesmaids when to walk - it's just gradually happened.
And then this year Lori asked me to help out at hers. It was really a great day, I enjoyed it. Of course by the end of the day I was saying, "If I have to cook dinner tonight, I'll scream." Thank goodness for pizza!
One more thing I've learned recently is this - if I'm going to do this again - Oceana will be babysat. There's far too many variables when Oceana's on the loose. Nothing went wrong, but I can't be worrying about her mucking with stuff, and do my job.