Honeymoon in Italy

The lady who did our wedding invitations advised us not to go to Italy for our honeymoon because there is too much running around and you can’t relax much.  On the outside I said “thanks for the advice” and on the inside I said “mind your business, biatch.” AS IT TURNS OUT she was correct!

There are a million things to do in Italy which is good and bad.  If you’re looking for culture and history, it’s a great choice.  If you’re looking to relax and take it easy, do not go there.  The walking alone is a feat.  Most of the stairs are original and they are very steep.  I wondered on more than one occasion how elderly or physically disabled people get around the cities at all.

Our first stop was Roma (Rome.)  Why do we have English names for cities in other countries?  Ridiculous.  Speaking of language, nothing in Italy is in English…even at the airport and train stations.  I recommend some Rosetta Stone time before visiting.  One time we bought a ticket to what we thought was a train but it actually was for a bus.  Doesn’t matter, we missed the bus.

We stayed at the St. Regis Grand Hotel which was gorgeous and opulent.  Tell everyone you’re on your honeymoon because most places will give you something.  In Rome it was a room upgrade and in Florence it was a a bottle of wine.  Nothing in Venice…more on that later.

Rome is HUGE.  It’s a very interesting place.  It has a bustling city life and then right beside it, and sometimes right in the middle of it, are ancient monuments.

The first couple of days we took tours.  The first day was a tour of the Colosseum and the Roman Forum, finishing on Palatine Hill.  The next tour was of the Catacombs under the Appian Way, Basilica de San Clemente, and Capuchin Crypts.  The Basilica de San Clemente has a Basilica underground beneath it, and then another beneath that one from the 1st century, where you can see the first written Italian language.  Amazing.  If you’re into creepy stuff like this, it is a MUST DO.  I caught myself smiling like a big weirdo when we were underground in the catacombs.

We had a day where not  much was planned, so we decided to take a day trip to Pompeii and then to the Isle of Capri.  Both were beautiful, but the people were so rude that it put a damper on the day.  We found that the farther south we traveled, the ruder people were to us.  It was actually really discouraging and made me not even want to go back.  Another thing we noticed is that although Italians pretty much all speak English, they aren’t very interested in helping you… but unless you read Italian, you will need help at some point.  (Or in our case since we were traveling a lot, at many points.)  The only way I figured out how to get to Pompeii and Capri was through comments on TripAdvisor, so later I will explain how to do it.

We visited the Vatican…although neither of us are religious it was still interesting.  St. Peter’s Basilica is grand and there is a museum attached.  Heads up, don’t bring a backpack if you’re going to the museum.  You have to go through security like at the airport and then they make you check all bags, and they neglect to tell you that the only way to get your bag back is to go all the way around the entire Vatican property back where you started to get back to it.  It’s about a 20 minute brisk walk back.  The Vatican was EXTREMELY crowded.  I don’t even want to know what it’s like when the Pope is there.  One of the highlights of the trip was seeing Michelangelo’s work at Sistine Chapel.  Unbelievable.  Photos were not permitted (we found that to be true at several churches) but it doesn’t even matter because the photos I’ve seen online do not do it justice.

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St. Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City

Other notable places in Rome: Campo de’Fiori, a square that has tons of restaurants.  During the day it’s a market but we didn’t get to see that part of it because we visited at night.  To me, it’s notable because we ate at the best restaurant that we visited in Italy: La Pollarola.

Also of interest was Santa Maria Maggiore Basilica, or Saint Mary Major’s church.  The Pope had a dream that he had to build a church for Saint Mary, so he did.  It was so beautiful.  The churches all throughout Italy are unbelievable.  The craftsmanship, the artistry, the materials…you’ll never see anything like it in America.

We also visited the Pantheon, which used to be a temple dedicated to all of the Roman gods, but is now a Catholic church.  It was cool to be inside of it but I wish I could see what it used to look like before it was converted.  The outside of it looks SO cool.  It was built in 128 AD!!

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Pantheon

Unfortunately, we did not get to see the Trevi Fountain in action because it is being cleaned.  Too bad because it was huge and I’m sure it’s crazy when it’s running.  We did get to visit the smaller but still lovely Bernini fountain.

We were in Rome for five days before taking the Frecciarossa (high speed train) to Firenze (Florence.)  The trains are smooth and seats comfortable so I didn’t mind the 2 hour trip.

Florence is much different from Rome.  It’s still full of shops but the city is smaller and it is surrounded by hills.  Our hotel, Il Saviatino, was in a perfect spot.  It was about 20 minutes from the city center but it had a free shuttle that we could take.  It was up in the hills and it was SUPER quiet.  The view was unreal.  Florence was Joey’s favorite part of the trip.  He said if he were to ever write a book, he would do it there.

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View from our hotel

The most notable thing we did in Florence was see Michelangelo’s Statue of David at the Accademia Gallery.  We were also supposed to visit the Uffizi Gallery but unfortunately as soon as we got to Florence I got a bad cold and we ended up laying around the rest of the day.

After three days in Florence, it was on to Venezia (Venice.)  We arrived at night and, unbeknownst to us, at the wrong train station.  We tried to take a taxi to the correct one but the guy was very sketchy about telling us where we were supposed to go, so Joey walked to a nearby hotel and they advised us to take the local train and then a waterbus from there.

After we arrived at the train station on the water it was unclear which waterbus we were supposed to take.  I also got hassled by some guys trying to get us to pay 10 euros a bag to put our bags on a boat for us which we clearly did not need.  It had been a long day of travel and I did not appreciate trying to be taken advantage of so I just yelled at them until they left.

After we got our ticket to the boat we hopped on.  You have to just know which stop to get off at, which I only knew because I had once again looked it up on the comments of TripAdvisor.  We had been on the bus for a while before Joey asked the guy which stop was San Zaccaria and he said “next one.”  There was no way to tell which stop you were at, so we technically could have been riding around on the boat for hours.

Once we got off at the stop (you have approximately three seconds before they undo the rope and continue to the next stop) we just looked at each other like “now what?”  Venice closes down at about 10pm for some reason and by this time it was 11…no shops open, no restaurants open, nothing.  There are no cars in Venice so you can’t just tell someone to take you to your hotel.  We walked into the first hotel we could find and they had never heard of our hotel but we gave them a street and they pointed us in the right direction.  Then, the road ended.  The streets in Venice are like alleyways that wind and turn and end without warning.  We were alone, it was dark, at this point we were both sick, and we were also extremely frustrated.  I yelled out into the night, my voice echoing “THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!!” An American woman, like an angel, appeared out of the darkness and asked if we needed help.  We gave her the address we were looking for and she told us where to go.  Just as mysteriously as she arrived, she was gone.  Joey “didn’t trust her” but we ended up at our hotel.  I remember thinking to myself “even if they were handing out bricks of gold it would not make up for how hard it is to get here.”

We checked in and were shown to our hotel room…on the ground floor.  Every time someone checked in or out or took the elevator, we could hear every word.  I was thoroughly annoyed by this, but not quite as annoyed as I was by the size of the bed…actually, the size of the room in general.  It was constructed for elves.  The bathroom door couldn’t be opened all the way without moving our luggage onto the bed.  The bed was clearly a twin.  I marched those five steps back to the front desk and said that we were supposed to have a King bed.  He said “That is a King.”  I said that is not a King, nor is it a Queen.  He said “All of the beds are the same.  They are all Kings.”  They don’t have King sized beds in Italy, but they put two mattresses together to make it a King, as I learned at my two previous hotels.  I just glared at him silently and then retreated back to my closet.

It was freezing in the room.  As I was pushing the thermostat, nothing was happening.  When I pressed more forcefully, the unit fell into the wall.  I announced I was taking a hot shower and slammed the bathroom door, where the key fell out.  The shower had no tub and was flush with the floor, so when I turned the water on, first it sprayed all over the toilet and toilet paper, then got the entire floor of the bathroom full of water.  Joey said all he could hear was me in the bathroom yelling “WHAT THE FUCK” and “GOD DAMN IT” as each disaster occurred.

The next day was far better.  Joey was his sickest in Venice but we both still enjoyed it.  It really is beautiful and unique, and in my opinion, they had the best shopping.

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Gondolas in Venice

We left Venice on a Saturday afternoon.  Italians take cuts which really grinds my gears, and we couldn’t combat it because we had luggage.  We missed the first waterbus because of it.  We got on the next one which had a map inside that said the second to last stop was the train station and the last stop was the bus station.  When we arrived at the bus station, we assumed we must have missed the train stop and got off.  Then we figured out that they changed the order of the stops, so we hadn’t missed it.  Then we hoofed it to the train station over this bridge.  Please take note of all the stairs.  WITH LUGGAGE.

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The worst bridge on the planet

The train back to Rome was 3.5 hours, then we took a taxi from there to our hotel by the airport.  When we checked in there was a big photo of a clock indicating daylight savings time that night to add a little extra stress to the day.  We slept for a couple of hours and then shared a taxi with some other people to the airport.  We got dropped off first at the Delta gate.  When we walked up to the door it didn’t open.  We looked inside and saw no one.  It was 4:30 in the morning but our flight was at 6:45 so we knew something was wrong.  We flagged down a worker and he told us that the Delta terminal doesn’t open until 5.  We pulled out our itinerary and in tiny letters under Delta it said “Operated by Air France.” We asked where the Air France terminal was and were told it was “far.”  So we started hoofing it again within the airport property outside. Thankfully a rogue taxi was driving by and so we hopped the fence and flagged him down.  Good thing because our terminal ended up being miles away.

When we checked in at the kiosk it said it couldn’t print our boarding passes, then it printed out just our passes to our layover in France.  We waited in an extra long line that didn’t move for 45 minutes to drop off our luggage and ask about our next boarding passes.  I was a stressball the entire time worrying we would miss our flight, but everyone else in line ended up being on our flight too.

By the time we got through security it was time to board.  When we landed in France we had to figure out how to get our boarding passes to the US.  We spotted a kiosk and attempted to print them but it spit out a receipt to take to customer service.  Once we located that desk we finally got our tickets printed and I started to feel better.  We made our way to the gate where it said “Last Call for Boarding.”  We were thoroughly confused.  We boarded and the pilot came over the speaker apologizing for the “20  minute delay to change a tire.”  OHHHHH apparently France does not have daylight savings that day, and our layover was 30 minutes…NOT an hour and 30 minutes.  It was a day of many close calls.

We had a good time on the trip but there were a lot of stressful moments.  I guess there’s a reason most people go to Hawaii for their honeymoon.

If you’re planning on traveling to Italy, here are some tips:

1. Beware of pick pockets.  They were the most prevalent in Rome but they are really in every city.  They’ll cut your purse off of your shoulder so cross bodies aren’t a great idea.  Everyone wears their backpacks in the front to avoid them.  If I wasn’t so repulsed by fanny packs it would have been the perfect solution.  Thankfully I had been made aware of the pick pocket situation so I held my purse close like a newborn baby if I carried one at all.  Don’t carry a ton of cash or your passports if you don’t need them, and obviously use front pockets only.

2. Take professional tours of sites you want to learn about, but research the company first.  We used City Wonders for two of our Rome tours and they were fantastic.  Their tour guides are archaeologists so you get a LOT of information that you wouldn’t get otherwise, not to mention you don’t have to wait in long lines!  Most of the monuments are not labeled at all so you won’t even know what you’re looking at unless you have a guide telling you.  For example, we saw where Caesar died outside of the Roman Forum and where a temple was created for him.  It’s so run down now that you wouldn’t know it was anything of significance unless someone told you.

3. Cover up when visiting churches.  Some of them, including the Catacombs, Basilica de San Clemente, Capuchin Crypts and St. Peter’s Basilica all require you to have your shoulders and legs covered.  You can check online to see what the rules are for individual churches but it’s better to err on the side of caution.

4. Map out where you want to go and google how to get there ahead of time. As I said, most people don’t want to help you, so you have to be as self sufficient as possible. If you’re visiting Venice you will need to figure out which waterbus stop to get off at by contacting the hotel or searching TripAdvisor. To get to Pompeii from Rome: Take the ItaliaRail to Naples (about an hour), then take the local train (downstairs) to Pompeii.  To get to Capri, take the local train to Sorrento, then walk down some dangerous stairs to get to the water and take the ferry (about 30 minutes) to Capri.

5. Do not, under any circumstances, rent a car in Rome.  You think Chicago drivers are crazy? Try adding no lanes, no stop signs, no yield signs, no apparent speed limit and a stop light only every few miles.  Okay now add 1,000 Vespas weaving in and out of traffic and tiny alleys for streets where you can only see if a car is coming if you’re already in the road.  Every time we had to use a taxi I think I lost a year of my life.

6. There are street peddlers everywhere with the most in Rome.  Don’t be afraid to firmly say “no.”  If you buy a selfie stick, we can’t be friends.

7. Change your dollars to Euros at your bank before you leave. We forgot, and we paid dearly for it.

8. Eat gelato.  My GOD, the gelato. Also, research food places before heading out.  We had a surprising number of mediocre meals.  Ask the concierge at your hotel for recommendations.  (By the way, the restaurant at the St. Regis had really amazing food.)

9. PACK LIGHT. I cannot stress this enough.  You will be walking a ton, you’ll be doing stairs, and if you’re planning on taking the train there’s really only room for one bag per person.

10. Be ready to spend a LOT of money.  Pretty much everything in Italy costs money: public toilets are 50 cents to 1 euro, and at restaurants they don’t serve tap water so you have to buy it…and most places have a cover charge just for eating there.  I imagine this is different in the outskirts of the cities but it happened almost everywhere we ate.  One tip I heard that I put to use was to always drink the house wine.  It’s a good price and it’s good wine.

To say it was an adventure is an understatement.  I needed a couple of days after we got back just to relax from vacation.

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The Wedding

“I’ll never be a bride again…now I’m just someone’s wife.” -Monica Geller-Bing

Actually, I’m okay with that.  It’s over now and I’m glad.

The week of the wedding I was feeling pretty good.  Nothing left to do but let everything happen.  Then the day before the wedding I got my nails done and I HATED them.  And I got shellac nail polish so there was no time to change them because I had to get going for the rehearsal.  I had a major breakdown because obviously nails are the most important part of the day.  Honestly though I’m okay with how upset I was as I was imagining all of my photos with this expensive dress and then some trashy nails.  It all turned out okay because you can’t really see them in any of my photos.

On to the dress rehearsal where everyone was on time and I really appreciated that.  It’s hard to get a big group together but we all made it.  We ran through the rehearsal a few times so everyone was sure of where to be, then it was on to dinner.  We went to Santorini in Greektown in Detroit and it was perfect.  I couldn’t believe it.  They had our reservation AND the food was good!? I couldn’t believe that finally everything was working out.  Secretly to myself I had believed that since everything had been so hard leading up to the wedding that the actual wedding was going to run perfectly.  Things were looking up!  We had a great time and I got excited for how much more fun we were going to have at the wedding.

We go home, I lay down, and BOOM.  Total anxiety hit me.  I don’t know why but I just started experiencing anxiety last year and it’s really fucking awful.  It makes me physically ill and I can’t sleep.  I got about one hour of sleep total before it was time to go get my hair and makeup done.

My bridesmaids, my mom and I all met up at Dean Sadler’s Hair & Makeup Studio where I’ve been getting my hair done for several years.  All of the bridesmaids looked AMAZING.  Rachelle had been having some trouble with her tattoo cover up and he helped her put it on.  In the photos it looks like she never had a tattoo.

After that we all met up in my hotel room to get our dresses on and do photos with my photographer, Jeffrey Lewis Bennett.  Just as I was supposed to start taking photos of my mom zipping me into my dress, my mom yelled out that her hem on her dress had ripped.  Thankfully her mom had dropped off an emergency kit which included safety pins so Laura helped her pin it back up.  My mom stressing out did not help my anxiety very much.

I get into my dress, we take some photos, then Jeffrey leaves to go do photos with the guys.  Judging from the photos of empty alcohol bottles it looks like the guys were having a lot more fun than we were.  Kaydence, my 1 year old flower girl, grabbed someone’s coffee off of one of the tables and dumped it all down the front of her white dress.  Kara, her mom, sprung up and ran her into the bathroom and was somehow able to get it all out.

Everyone tells you the wedding flies by…well GUESS WHAT? The actual time BEFORE the wedding DRAGS ON FOREVER.  Our wedding was at 5pm and it felt like it was never going to get there.  I just wanted to get that part underway so I could start to relax.  Once it was getting close I had to call Joey to see if our officiant had made contact with him because we had to fill out our marriage license beforehand.  Nope, she decided to get there half an hour later than she was supposed to.  Finally she came up and had me fill it out, and then my coordinator came to grab us and I decided to go to the bathroom before leaving.  If you’re wearing a ball gown, you will need someone’s help.  There is no getting around it.  My mom helped me and as I leaned over I felt the back of my dress snap.  The top clasp flew off.

If you’re wondering what I was doing moments before the wedding, three people were attempting to safety pin my dress.  It wasn’t working so I just said screw it and let’s go.  The rest of the day my dress was a little loose in the chest but no wardrobe malfunctions occurred.

Finally it was time to walk down the aisle.  As I was walking up the stairs onto the riser I almost fell because my stupid seamstress didn’t want to take any length off of the dress and it was too long.  I tripped over it all night. Anyway I made it up there, we said our vows, we kissed, and we were married.  THAT part went by in a flash.  Both of our vows were very customized to our relationship and it was really awesome saying and hearing them.  (By the way, people who said to us that one or the others were better…that’s not cool and you totally missed the point.)

We did photos while everyone else had cocktail hour.  All good there.  Jeffrey is my shining star.  He never pissed me off once during our entire wedding experience.

We get announced, we cut the cake (delicious) then it’s time to eat.  As we started getting our plates I immediately got angry.   The portions were about half of the size that they were in our food tasting.  Also they looked NOTHING like they did before.  The mushrooms on the ravioli were half the size (though I heard it was delicious) and the eggplant was straight up completely different.  I took a quick look and immediately told Rachelle not to eat hers as she is vegan and I saw there was cheese on our eggplant dishes. It was made VERY clear on several occasions that there would be no cheese and this was to be a vegan meal.  There was no cheese on it in our tasting so I’m not sure what happened.  Rachelle flagged down the coordinator and told her that not only was there cheese on the eggplant but the entire dish was different.  She gave her some bullshit answer about how it was the same ingredients just “dressed up.”  Um, no.  I was there for the tasting girlfriend.  I hated the eggplant the day of the wedding but had loved it at the tasting.  So, I didn’t eat.  They did bring out new dishes without cheese and gave us a refund on all of the eggplants for the mistake.

Then it was time for the first dance.  Joey and I danced to I Wanna Grow Old With You by Adam Sandler from The Wedding Singer.  Instead of my DJ doing his job and making sure the version was good to go, he played a version with part of the movie in it so we had to wait until Billy Idol stops talking.  There is a photo where you can see in my face exactly when that is happening because I look SO pissed.  I noticed from the wedding that my face is very expressive.

My dad and I danced to Wonderwall by Oasis, Joey’s mom and Joey danced to Your Song by Elton John, then it was on to party time.  After I had carefully crafted our play list over many hours, my DJ decided he was only going to play SOME of our songs, and NONE of our slow songs.  He played 4 slow songs the entire night and none of them were any of the 6 I had given him.  Six, very important, personal songs to my relationship with Joey did not get played because he decided he was going to do whatever he wanted.  He has a MAJOR control issue.  I learned later that he had been an asshole to our best man as well. Cool.  I made his job so simple…he just didn’t want to be told what to do.  So, in the middle of the night, he played like 5 oldies songs in a row even though I had given him only 1 or 2 to play, and a bunch of people left.  UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m still pissed about it.  I think he has a scathing email coming his way.

We did get a lot of compliments on the music and there were constantly people on the dance floor.  The song of the night was a song that my brother recorded as a joke but it’s the best dance song I have ever heard and everyone got really hyped when it was played.

There were some people who didn’t show up.  Two of them were due to health issues so obviously that’s completely acceptable…the others, I don’t know what the fuck happened but I’m not happy about it.

Overall, it was a good night.  The best man, maid of honor and my dad’s speech were really special and heartfelt.  A wedding really shows how much the people who matter the most in your life really love you.  Everyone did exactly what they were supposed to do and did it with a smile on their face.  It really makes you take a step back and go, wow, these people are really amazing and I love them and they love me.

It’s weird to say that I have a husband, but I’m happy to get to say that it’s Joey.

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Three Days

We’re in the home stretch.  I never thought I would make it.

Last week I went in for what I thought was my final dress fitting but the seamstress had decided to take out my dress more in the back.  Instead of JUST taking out the back, she also took out the waistline, which never needed to be taken out from the get go.  When I put it on I immediately felt that the waist was really loose and when I stepped out of the room and looked at myself in the mirror I did not like what I saw.  There was just no waistline and in my head I was thinking “if I knew the dress was going to look like this I never would have bought it.”  I told them that it was too loose in the waist and she said they could take it in…but they kept saying how pretty it was and I honestly have not felt more ugly in my life.  As soon as we left I was in full meltdown mode and started crying.  My mom tried to force me to go back in to let them know how upset I was, but I didn’t want to make a scene so I called the next day instead and reiterated that I wanted the waist taken back in.

I picked the dress up today and it was back to the way it was supposed to be.  I am extremely relieved.  The day of the dress fitting last week and the day after were very emotionally taxing for me for some reason.  I just laid in bed and cried when I woke up the next day.  For some reason I kept thinking about all of the things in general that have upset me and it was really hard.  I feel totally fine now…maybe I just needed to have a meltdown and get it over with. Or maybe it was the Blood Moon.

I also now have an ailment which I have been referring to as “Wedding Brain.”  It’s like Pregnancy Brain but there is no physical reason for it…it’s strictly psychological.  You can tell me something and three seconds later I forgot we even had the conversation.  It’s a good thing I eventually do remember…I wonder what surprises I have in store for myself today!

One of the hardest parts of planning this wedding has been that life doesn’t stop just because you’re getting married.  You still have your job, your everyday responsibilities and everyday payments to worry about on top of organizing a huge life event.  Doesn’t the universe care that I’m getting married!? Now that we’ve paid all of the vendors it has been a huge load off of my mind.

My state of mind right now:  slightly nervous, slightly anxious, slightly excited, slightly feeling like it’s not really happening.

RSVP, Find Out What It Means to Me

Every wedding article I’ve ever read describes RSVP time as the worst part of wedding planning.  It was annoying but definitely not the hardest part of the process.  To everyone who RSVPed: thank you, I appreciate you.  To everyone who didn’t RSVP: you’re dead to me.  Ha. Maybe.

What I don’t understand is why people can’t bring themselves to drop the envelope in the mail.  The postage is paid for, the envelope is addressed…all you have to do is fill out two little boxes.  We really did need to know exact counts because our meals are plated, so we had to give the number of each specific meal to our coordinator.

Kara had explained to me that she received a bunch of RSVPs right at the end of the due date, so I anticipated a mailbox full of RSVP cards come September 10th.  On September 11th I was still due about 25 RSVP cards, which is approximately 50 people.  I immediately put my dad on the case and had him contact people he knew, then I had Joey contact a few people, and I contacted a couple of people myself.  Some people’s RSVPs came late, which was okay because we planned for it and had two weeks extra allowance before our totals were due.  A lot of people just gave a verbal “no” because I guess putting the little X that goes by “regretfully declines” is just. too. difficult.

It is so rude not to RSVP to any kind of formal event, let alone a wedding.  It’s hard enough (and expensive enough!) getting the invitations out, and to not get a response is basically saying “I don’t even like you enough to put the RSVP in the mail.”

Our final number of invited guests was 164 and our final number of attendees is 126.  I was mildly upset with some of the people who declined until I realized how much money we were going to save.   We planned for 150 guests so it was a great relief when our budget actually went down.

I had my first dress fitting a couple of weeks ago, which went well except for the alterations charge.  All I needed was for it to be let out in the chest and they gave me some ghastly number which I will not repeat, but what am I going to do? It’s too close to go around looking for a different alterations person.  I guess that’s why they wouldn’t give me any kind of estimate the day I ordered my dress.

The closer we get to the wedding, the less there is to do because I do everything way ahead of schedule.  No vendor has to come looking for me; I done paid them and followed up too.

One of the main things I still have to finish is my vows.  It has been surprisingly difficult for me to convey what it is I feel.  I’m not a romantic person at all and having to say the words out loud isn’t making it easier.  I used these as a point of reference but have strayed pretty far from them.  We’ll see what comes to me.

Just Over A Month

The closer the wedding is, the less stressed I become (for now) because I have less and less to do.  Pretty soon there will be nothing I can control and it will be in the hands of my vendors.  While to some people that might be scary I am at a point where I am welcoming it.  People keep asking me if I’m excited and I don’t really know how to respond to them because the answer is no.  For the past year my life has been checklists and payments and fighting, so I’m really just looking forward to everything being over.  I will be excited after we make our last payment….so about a week before the wedding.

Last weekend was our Bachelor/Bachelorette party in Las Vegas.  I know you guys aren’t going to believe this because it never happens to us, but a bunch of stuff went wrong, including Joey being too sick to even attend his own bachelor party.  I should have drank more and maybe I wouldn’t have cared as much about all of the things that went wrong.  I won’t even explain.  I’ll just post photos of the good times.

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We finally did book a spot for our rehearsal dinner, but not before having an experience that you can read about in my Yelp reviews here.

Two more days left for people to turn in RSVPs and we are only missing 50 people’s responses! Woo!

The Bridal Shower

The wedding is two months from today.  TWO MONTHS.  CUE THE FREAK OUT.

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Last weekend was my bridal shower.  Because I am a busy body control freak I knew a lot about it beforehand.  Just like everything else with this godforsaken wedding it was difficult choosing a location.  The bridesmaids had great ideas of places to host it but some places never responded, some places were rude, and others, outrageously expensive.  We decided on Compari’s in downtown Plymouth.  I had never eaten there so we took a shot….and it was GREAT!

They have a room in the back that separated us from the restaurant diners.  The color we chose was aqua and it looked great against the walls!

The bridesmaids set up a “Something old, something new,…” theme which I didn’t know about and it was so cute.

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Nail polish favors with heart cut outs.  Thanks pinterest!

One of my favorite things ended up being the “something borrowed” advice book from the guests at the shower!

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My parents

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My maid of honor Rachelle

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So many gifts!!

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Bridesmaid Kara, one of my best friends and mom to our flower girl, Kaydence

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My bridesmaid aunt/friend Laura and her daughter, Carli, our jr. bridesmaid

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Our flower girl, who started helping us open gifts and then eventually took off with some of them

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Cake made by my grandma

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Groom, bride, and my future mother-in-law

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Something old…photos of us.  Homecoming and prom photos included!

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Centerpieces

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Ashely, my bridesmaid and future sister-in-law

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Bridesmaids, bride and groom!

The time FLEW BY.  I think I am starting to understand what people mean when they say to enjoy the wedding because it goes by extremely fast.

I felt unexpectedly overwhelmed at the shower.  I couldn’t even eat because my stomach was so tight.  I couldn’t sleep that night because I was having anxiety over all of the presents that everyone bought us.  I need Xanax!!

Speaking of the gifts…I wasn’t really expecting the mess.  I should have made room and cleaned everything before the shower but I wasn’t thinking.  We had four full loads of dishes of JUST new items.  It took several days to get everything put away and organized.  I had to completely rearrange our kitchen in order to make everything fit.  Now our kitchen looks soo classy.

I’m glad I listened to all of those articles that tell you to do your thank you notes right away.  I only have a few left and it’s nice to not have to worry about it.  It took quite a while but I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the wedding thank yous!

It was nice to be able to sit back and enjoy the shower without having to do any work.  My bridesmaids did such a great job… the little details were amazing and everyone had a good time.  I can’t believe it’s already over!!

The Little Things Kill

I haven’t been blogging lately because there haven’t been any major happenings with wedding planning (besides people asking me if I’m done planning yet. Is getting married like childbirth where afterward you forget how painful it was?) It’s mostly been a bunch of little things, which I suspect is how it will be from now on. (Did you like my Bush reference? I am soooo cool!)

First and foremost: we have stuffed the invitations! Kara and my parents came over to help put them together. We opted for pocketfold invites and it was really helpful to have a number of people to create an assembly line putting them together. It didn’t take long at all with so many people helping. Last week we mailed the first batch: parents and some out-of-towners. We already got an RSVP from Joey’s dad and I started freaking out because I do not have my excel spreadsheet ready! I’ve got to get it together! It still doesn’t feel real at all and I don’t know that it will until it’s happening.

Second: I cannot find silver ribbon! I looked at Joann Fabrics, Michaels and Meijer and no one has silver!!! I need it for the cake. If you know where I can find some, help a sister out.

Third: WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO FIND A REHEARSAL DINNER LOCATION. We can’t do it at the venue because it’s 21+. We can’t do it in any places in the Detroit area because no one has parking. We can’t do it at any number of restaurants around my house because they either don’t have the time available that we need, they don’t take reservations, or the minimums are crazy. ($1,000 min? Get over yourself, Andiamo.)

Lastly: All of this stuff is so, so expensive. I work for Joey currently and it would help to have a secondary revenue stream so I am currently looking for another job! Don’t you want to hire me when I only need 15 days off this year?

All of my vendors keep saying “you’re so chill. You’re so laid back.” Hahahahahahahahahaha let’s just wait and see.

Honeymoon Planning

The tickets have been purchased…we are officially going to Italy!

We started talking about where we might like to go last year.  We knew for sure we were leaving the country.  Neither of us have ever left North America so we had to apply for passports. I looked up all of the information online and filled out our paperwork. We went into the Post Office about a half an hour before they closed.  There were literally no other people inside besides the employees.

I barely had the words out of my mouth that we’d like to apply for passports when the lady proved the USPS’s quest for complete uselessness and she said that we needed an appointment for that.  She dismissed us and I said “uhhhh can we make an appointment then?” “What date and time?”  “Thursday at 2pm.”  She seemed so bothered as she pulled out some personal appointment book and wrote our appointment down in pencil.  It was like I had time warped back to the 1950s.  “Okay you’re all set for 12:30.”  “Well that’s not the time I said.  The time I said is 2pm.”  I know the USPS hates me as much as I hate them.

At our scheduled appointment I pulled out all of our forms to be mailed.  I had typed most of it but filled in a couple of answers in pen that I didn’t have the answers to originally.  I handed over the forms and she said “This can’t be in blue ink.  Has to be black.”

I’m pretty sure she made that rule up but she literally handed me all of my stuff back like I wasn’t about to get my passport and tried to get ready for the next person.  I grabbed a black pen and re-wrote over the information and shoved it back to her.  No fucking way was I coming back a third time.  She accepted our forms and took our birth certificates.  I wasn’t aware that you had to mail your original b.c. with your forms and they mail it back to you but thankfully we received our passports and our certificates back without a problem.

My first choice for the honeymoon was Greece but Joey was worried about the “civil unrest.”  He really wanted to go to Italy and it didn’t take much to convince me.  Who doesn’t want to go to Italy?

Rachelle referred me to her friend who has been to Italy a few times and got married there.  He gave me a rundown of some major cities and the pros and cons of each.  Between the info he gave me and researching online, we ultimately decided to go to Rome, Florence and Venice, with most of our time spent in Rome.  I also wanted to visit Lake Como but it’s going to be pretty cold in northern Italy during that time so we opted out of it.  George Clooney will just have to get along without me!

Originally we were planning on flying into Venice, then taking the train (Europe apparently has an awesome train system) to Florence, then down to Rome and leave from Rome.  This did not turn out to be feasible because one way tickets to Italy are almost as expensive as round trip airfare.

We considered using a travel agent but for some reason most of the agencies here don’t do European travel, and the one we spoke to that does said that they don’t really save you any money but offer guidance navigating, so we decided to book all of the details on our own.

The process has been grueling.  Finding an affordable flight without multiple stops or a super long layover time proved to be tough.  We ended up booking through Expedia.  If you’re just booking a flight I would recommend going straight to the airline but since we were doing a flight and hotel package it ended up being much cheaper through Expedia.

I’ve been looking up tours and day trips at viator.com.  It seems to have great reviews and I am all about experiencing as much as possible!  One of the more annoying things I have encountered while planning is when I am looking for the best things to do around the country and there are lists that say “watch the sunset” and “take a walk.” WOW I was not going to do those things until you told me, thank you for the helpful guide!

If you’ve ever been to Italy I would love any advice or input!  I can’t wait!!!

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The WIC

When I first got engaged my mom’s coworker referred me to the site A Practical Wedding.  There, you can find real brides blogging about all kinds of issues.  Some you will be able to relate to and some will make you thankful and appreciative when you’ve been a real whiny brat about things that really aren’t that serious.  It’s a site that will make you feel all kinds of things from reflective to compassionate to downright pissed off for your fellow brides.

Along with blogs from brides, there are also blogs from the staff.  They answer difficult questions and write blogs of their own relating to weddings, marriage, and families and everything that comes with them.  Mentioned various times throughout the site is the acronym “WIC.”

WIC stands for Wedding Industry Complex.  Meg, the Editor-In-Chief of A Practical Wedding, explains the two aspects of the WIC.  One is the Wedding Industry itself and the other is the Societal Expectations of a Wedding.  As vulnerable brides we are all being manipulated to conform to what the Wedding Industry and Society tell us are the things we need in order to throw a great wedding.

As soon as you mention the word “wedding” people within the industry begin to salivate because they can jack up the price, knowing that you will most likely pay it.  I just booked our limo to take us around Detroit for photos in between the ceremony and reception.  The max time we need is two hours and yet the cheapest limo I could find was $400.  Funny how the price was very similar for 6 hours when I needed a limo for a party.  Kara and I went to a couple bridal salons looking for a dress for her daughter who will be our flower girl.  Kaydence will be a year and a half old at the time of the wedding and it was almost impossible to find a dress her size.  I didn’t realize that flower girl dresses can take 3 months to come in after being ordered or else I would have just gone on Etsy ( I mean, come on ) and started looking for one there.  We didn’t have time to waste to try ordering dresses from Etsy that we couldn’t see in person so we ordered from a bridal salon.  The dress ended up being more expensive than the bridesmaid dresses.  When I was telling Joey about the price he didn’t flinch but instead said “Yeah, because how many times are you going to order a flower girl dress? They need to get as much money out of you as they can.”

There are some things that whether society cares or not I think are a “must” just because of my personal beliefs and taste.  However, as I plan my wedding I do find myself thinking about what people are going to think and say about our wedding and it has come into play during the process.  But really…who cares?  It should be about you and your significant other and it should be exactly how you want it.  You want to serve pizza for dinner?  Go for it.  You want to buy your dress from a department store?  Cool.  You’re getting married at your house?  That’s awesome.  What the industry tells us are the things that we have to do are completely fabricated by the Wedding Industry in order to suck your wallet dry.  While we are all affected by it somewhat, especially when parents are contributing to the problem, it’s important not to lose sight of what it is you really want.  In the years to come the only person who will be thinking about your wedding day is you and your fiance, and you want to be sure it was exactly how you wanted it to be.