- 6 years ago
- Wedding: January 2012
My uncle (dad’s brother) had a somewhat serious girlfriend when I sent out wedding invitations, so I invited him and his guest (my mom wouldn’t give me her name because the relationship was rocky when I sent the invitations). They broke up not long afterward. My uncle was extremely upset and depressed about it. Unfortunate, but oh well. I marked his guest as not coming.
So then he started kind of talking to a few other ladies. One of them happens to live in the Dallas area. His flight plans got screwed up, though, and he realized he wasn’t going to have time to meet up with her because he was getting in so late on Friday.
Thus, my mom just said, “Well, why don’t you bring her to the wedding?”
Yes, that’s right. My mom told my uncle he could invite this chick who he hasn’t seen since high school to my wedding as a first date. WTF. She said she would pay for the date, though, so whatever.
A little while later, my uncle still didn’t know if he was going to bring this lady or not. My mom didn’t even know her name, and she flat out refused to ask because my uncle is “too depressed” to think about dates. I feel really bad for my uncle, I really do. He deserves a better life than he’s had. But I need to know this lady’s freaking name.
The RSVP date comes and goes. I still haven’t heard whether this chick is coming. I call my mom and demand an answer. She says she doesn’t know. She still doesn’t know her name and WON’T ASK WHAT IT IS. WHAT THE HELL.
I meet with the caterers, give them the final headcount, and pay for this chick’s meal. Almost immediately afterward, my mom says that she’s not coming after all. Fine. Whatever. My parents paid for a meal that isn’t going to be eaten. I strike her from the seating assignments and everything else.
I go and work on the escort cards. I finish said escort cards. I had enough supplies for exactly as many escort cards as I needed.
Just now, two days after I finished the stupid cards, my mom calls me again. Now this stupid lady IS coming to my wedding, and my mom still doesn’t know her freaking name. “Well, what am I supposed to do? Your uncle is too depressed to talk about dates.”
I DON’T CARE. THIS LADY WASN’T INVITED IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND NOW SHE’S COMING TO MY WEDDING, AND I DON’T WANT HER THERE, AND NOW YOU WON’T EVEN FIND OUT HER NAME??? Jesus Christ, Mom, I’m making escort cards. Every single person at the entire freaking wedding is going to have a card with their name on it, except this random chick you have never met who is going to be on her first date with my uncle. At my wedding. That is NOT going to happen.
I told my mom that I’m now going to have to go to the paper store (which is about a thirty minute drive out of my way, by the way) tonight – even though it’s NINE DAYS BEFORE THE WEDDING AND I HAVE STUFF TO DO – to buy a whole new set of escort card things just so I can make ONE extra. I told her these things will be printed tomorrow morning, and if she cannot get me this random chick’s name by the time I go to bed tonight, she will not get an escort card, and she will NOT be attending my wedding.
Call me bridezilla, but I’m really freaking pissed off that my mom invited this completely random person that none of us have never met, and then she didn’t know if she was coming or not (and then she wasn’t, and now she is, and WTF MAKE UP YOUR MIND), and she couldn’t even give me her god damn name. This is absolutely INSANE. And I’m also really pissed off that now I’ll have to go to the store today when I *really* don’t have any freaking time to do it.
MURDER. MURDER is what I want to do right now. ROAR.
Edit: Thread title has been adjusted. 🙂