- 8 years ago
- Wedding: November 2012
I just got a call (its almost 1am here in Tokyo) from some jackdick at my wedding venue asking what color of red I wanted the linens on the backs of the chairs to be.
He wants to know what color of red.
What color of red.
Color. Of. Red.
I know there is a time difference, and while he was being polite and everything… I mean c’mon, really? What color of red? How many colors of red are there? So anyway… I was just being facetious (or pissy if I’m being honest) and I said, ‘Lets see. How about blood red. Not like, papercut blood, but double homicide crime scene multiple stab wounds blood red.’ and he didn’t really find it funny.
I’ve been telling these people from the jump that I just don’t care about any of this. What kind of flowers? Red ones. But which kind? Roses. But which kind? The kind that’s a flower and that’s more often than not referred to as ‘rose’.
I’ve been forced to learn things that I’ve never would have voluntarily learned in my life because of these people. Like the difference between Organza and Tulle. Why a birdcage veil is different than a cathedral veil. I don’t want to have the knowlege.
And holy Jesus… am I wearing my hair up or down?
It seems like the more I tell these people that I don’t care, the more they bother me with ridiculous crap.
If I were say, making a presentation for my boss – and he said do whatever you want, about whatever you want, in whatever style you want, with whatever supplies you want… here’s my credit card…… I’d be freaking thrilled. But its like they think I’m lying when I say that I really don’t care.
If I showed up on my wedding day and the entire thing was themed around The Little Mermaid, I wouldn’t care. If you served pizza rolls and jalepeno poppers for appetizers… I wouldn’t care. I’m only doing this because I have to, and I’ve made it very clear to them.
Can someone please tell me how to explain to them (perhaps a bit more eloquently) that I really am tired of planning and whatever they come up with will be ok, and in a way that they actually concede the point? Literally, they have my credit card number, charge me for whatever you need… just quit asking me for details.
I’m being completely serious. I really want them to stop and I think I am by nature too big of an asshole to get that point across in a sincere way.