zip code blues

Moderate set back tonight.  After approving the entire design of our invites & RSVP cards, after re-printing the RSVP cards when they came back one-sided, after ordering a self-inking return address stamp, after sticking all the postage stamps on the envelopes & RSVP cards, I noticed our zip code was INCORRECT.

The right numbers were there, just not in the right order, which is an unfortunately inescapable detail almost always where numbers are concerned.

When my eyes & brain came together in dismay seeing those numbers, I think I said “whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa”, which got my partner’s attention.  Once the realization fell over us, it was a few solid minutes of us just sitting there, staring each other & the now-useless stationary that lay before us.  It was eerie, but it also made me happy to feel the utter calm of the scene.  Maybe because there was no one to blame but everyone involved, we just started moving forward.


-re-print the RSVPs (AGAIN) = $56

-re-make the return address stamp = $17.50 + “shipping & handling” (is that band name taken and if not, why not)

-re-buy postage stamps for RSVPs and envelopes we ruined = $50 roughly

-re-address envelopes we ruined = time & energy

-move back Mailing Day while we wait for all of the above = BUMSVILLE, CA (incidentally the town corresponding to the incorrect zip code)

If bad luck is 3 parts per, I’ve got a serving now: my car getting totaled, the letter I got from the unemployment office stating that they overpaid me & I owe them $1600*, and now these zip code blues.  Good thing I don’t believe in superstitions… but if I did, I would hope printing my RSVP cards for the third time would be the charm.

*I’m not really worried about this, because I think I will win the appeal.  However, as of now, I owe them $1600.  Seriously?  They probably don’t know I’M GETTING MARRIED.   I am a BRIDE.   I will talk you & your number DOWN.  Cause my budget is TIGHT, DAWG.



goodbye, green dragon

I said goodbye forever to the only car I’ve ever owned today.  

I bought it for a song from my own mother and put 90 thousand miles on it in 7 years.  I drove it from the east coast to the west coast, from LA to the Canadian border.  Then a drunk driver hit it (and 5 other parked cars!), got to the end of the block, and fled on foot.  Dude is probably in jail, or still hiding somewhere in West Hollywood.  Which is a worse fate to wish on him?

Slightly weird opener to a wedding blog, but it’s just the kind of thing that made me (finally) start documenting the wacky world of wedding planning.  I think the reason there aren’t more documenting-my-wedding blogs (are there?) is because brides & grooms are usually too godsdamn* busy, oh I don’t know… sending back misprinted invites, figuring out what stamps to use for the invites because the ones they wanted were discontinued and they don’t want the cheeseball “wedding” stamps, or they were painstakingly affixing stamps to 100+ invitations.  Cause that’s what I did today, among other thrilling wedding adventures, and that’s why I’m writing this at 12:30am.

For the last year of my engagement, so much crazy bullshit has happened that I can not believe I didn’t start this blog sooner.  BS happens everyday to everyone, but when you’re planning a wedding the H is O.  All that BS is viewed through the lens of THE WEDDING.  A car getting totaled is never fun, but 3 months before a wedding it means revisions to the wedding budget and schedule.  I have to go car shopping next weekend, when I really should be working on decorations for the ceremony aisle chairs.  I do realize how crazy that sentence reads, and it’s exactly why I have to start writing it all out.

*Battlestar Galactica ref, Game of Thrones ref, OR BOTH?  You decide.