A venue coordinator called me earlier this week to ask me if I could take over for her on this wedding. "I have a last minute family thing and I need to be there. Please
help me! It's really easy," she said. "About 60 guests - ceremony at six, followed by a reception. They don't seem like the partying crowd, so I don't even think you'll be here too late." I didn't have any plans for Saturday afternoon, so I said sure - an easy way to make some cash, plus I like her a lot and wanted to help her out. Us wedding/event planning types have to stick together. Once I agreed to do it, she e-mailed me with this news, "Um, just so you know, the bride is a little nutty." Oy.
When a woman who works with brides for a living says a bride is a "little nutty" that is the equivalent of saying Kevin Federline is a bit of a gold digger. Or a little trashy. Or just a touch of a redneck.
I e-mailed her back: "Define 'nutty'." Here's all she would tell me:
She cries during planning meetings and tells her fiance she hates him.
Nutty? No, that's a Bridezilla.
So, if this happens to be my last post ever, just know that it's because I was killed by a Bridezilla. I hope I went quickly and didn't feel any pain.
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