While planning a wedding, various people tend to let some crazy things slip out of the their mouths within earshot of the bride. The responses and reactions that spring to your mind, are usually best for you not to say out loud. Trust me, I understand. Do you have any bridal rants? Has anyone said some out of order things to you while planning or during your wedding that you couldn’t respond to? (At least not the way you wanted to. LOL) If so, we’d love to hear about it and help you get it off your chest! Email them to me at email@example.com to have them featured here!
Bridal Rant #1 – Reading is fundamental
If I say “Adult Reception”….don’t call me the week before the wedding and whine, “So, you saying I can’t bring my five year old?”
Reading is fundamental.
Also, don’t ask me if your ten year old counts. Can she vote? Can she buy a pack of cigarettes? Adult means adult. At the most, I’ll let you slide with a teenager. What makes you think I want to watch your tween pick over my mostacolli?
It is also bad business for you to engage me in a random conversation about how you don’t know how I expect you to find a babysitter for LilMan and how he’s really no problem. Are you kidding me? First of all, I really need you to go back to the invitation and see whose name is on the pretty embossed ink? Those two people on there, yeah, the bride and groom? Yeah, THEY are who the day is about. Miss me with all that talking about your problems. They are just that: YOUR problems.
And if you really want my opinion I suggest you wait for the DVD. Better yet, go put a call in to cousin LuLu, who also takes issue with my reception requirements, and you two special folk can let your “no problem” kids babysit one another. Whatever you choose to do, I suggest you leave me out of it.
Furthermore, I feel it necessary to point out that it is not the bride’s responsibility to remind you of the venue address, what time the wedding starts, or anything else I PAID to have printed on the invitation that I mailed you. You may also want to refrain from calling me to tell me you’re coming. That’s great news and all, but did you not see the RSVP card in there? That little envelope with the pre-paid postage on it? Who do you think bought that for you, the postal fairy?
Before you make me go bridal.