wedding misadventures, part one.
before i can start fresh and be in it to win it... i need to clear the decks... this is now one year old. lets see how it holds up.
set the scene: heading to New York to be both honored bridesmaid and flower girl for my best friend since we were but weirdos in 7th grade... lesley robin.
well. we set out with good intentions. enough snacks, activities, toys and chewables to either cholke a donkey or keep the kids busy. we arrived 2 hours early only to find that our flight was 2 hours delayed.
luckily, playing peek a boo and running around the terminal served up 2 hours of entertainment while we waited to board.
lesley (bride #1's) mom, deborah robin, was on our flight.... so there was extra pressure to keep the kids happy and calm on the way to Newark Airport.
the kids did great, once we got on a plane. rocket napped for 3 out of 4 hours and zoe was entertained by the glorious gift of ipod, vsmile, leapster AND coloring books.
we arrived in Newark and set out to find out rental car. only to find out that the signs in all the terminals and trains DID NOT LEAD to our rental car. we gave up and abandoned our reservation in favor of renting a car from wherever we were. it turned out OK. we got a van and a car seat for Rocket. we set out for Poughkeepsie.
I was a little dismayed to be missing the ladies night of fun that would be lesley's bachelorette party, but in the end it turned out to be a blessing that i went, instead, with my parents to get the kids settled up north.
we got to poughkeepsie after a lot of grumbling alot of GPS 'redirecting' and a stop at olive garden. we walked in to the poughkeepsie inn with a sinking feeling but hope still affloat that we would soon be settled and good. not to be.
at the poughkeepsie inn we were greeted by a mentally handicapped gentleman. i say that not to be rude, but because he was clearly MENTTALLY handicappped. i have love for the special needs community, i embrace them. im not sure they are necessarily well suited to the service industry.
"reservation for Ken Stewart" says i
"yes, you have 3 rooms."
"no. we have one room for 3 nights."
"yes. ken stewart. 3 rooms. for 3 nights"
"no. one room"
"no. three" holds up 3 pieces of paper.
"ok. well. there should not be 3 reservations. there should be only one"
"there are 3"
"yes. ok. two of them are probably incorrect and need to be cancelled because there should only be one"
"these two are from expedia.com and they are already charged to the credit card. this one is from our website and is not paid for yet."
"well, here's a question... why would i make two reservations on expedia for the exact same thing and then make a different reservation on your website, again- for the same thing?"
"i dont know."
"ok. well, we are going to have to cancel two of these reservations."
"right. well, to cancel these two you have to call expedia.com because they are already paid."
"ok. lets get expedia on the horn"
"ok. how did you want to pay for this third reservation?"
"you have three reservations for me, two that i have already paid for and you want to know how am i going to pay for the third?"
"right"
"call expedia."
after alot of "yes mam, i understand" i got two of them cancelled and then to a blank stare i cancelled the third. so long poughkeepsie inn.
we hiked up the road to holiday inn express where there was a micorwave, fridge, free breakfast and 90% less murder than the poughkeepsie inn.
friday was the rehearsal. zoe was pretty psyched to find baby goats, full sized goats, pigs, chickens and frogs on the farm. she attempted to feed each critter grass and a few accepted.
zoe started a small fire, but that got set right. i couldnt spend too much time catching up with the girls because, you know, zoe is likely to set fires when left on her own.
but the rehearsal went great. it was wonderful to see some familliar faces and zoe had a blast. she fell in love with lesley and even caught a moth and made her a gift of it.
saturday. september 10. 2011.
zoe and i arrived at around 1:30 to hang with the girls while they dressed and we sipped champagne. SO good to see liselle, kat, liz, meredith and stephanie. and really nice to get to know kelsey. wonderful girls. and galens mom is awesome. and lesley's mom is like a mom to me, of course. it was really special to get to be part of the whole thing. lesley's dress was so perfect. it was short, sassy, but classy and beautiful. so tasteful but so unusual. and, leeann from project runway made it so- boom. it has star power. i would expect no less than something so extraordinary and perfect from lesley anne robin.
zoe was spot on as flower girl and pancake did a pretty great job as ring bearer. the ceremony was beautiful. performed by the couple's friend Alex it was traditional but personal and i couldnt help but tear up as my heels sank slowly into the grass.
next up? party time.
even a flood could not stop the les/gay wedding from blowing the lid off the adorable apple orchard farm.
details, unfortunatly, are fuzzy. but i recall pinatas, cheese cake- meaning a cake of cheese, wax lips, craig cox, becky nelson, barn, dancing the horah and somehow i made it home alive... i think mainly this is because my dad was sitting in his car making sure becky and i did not get kidnapped, murdered or kicked by goats.
good man.
we missed brunch because my kids were absolutely insane the next morning. AND we had to check out by 10 AND we had to get to the city... plus im pretty sure i had a touch of what the french call "that really great feeling of blurriness that comes the day after you have a great time in a barn"
luckily, playing peek a boo and running around the terminal served up 2 hours of entertainment while we waited to board.
lesley (bride #1's) mom, deborah robin, was on our flight.... so there was extra pressure to keep the kids happy and calm on the way to Newark Airport.
the kids did great, once we got on a plane. rocket napped for 3 out of 4 hours and zoe was entertained by the glorious gift of ipod, vsmile, leapster AND coloring books.
we arrived in Newark and set out to find out rental car. only to find out that the signs in all the terminals and trains DID NOT LEAD to our rental car. we gave up and abandoned our reservation in favor of renting a car from wherever we were. it turned out OK. we got a van and a car seat for Rocket. we set out for Poughkeepsie.
I was a little dismayed to be missing the ladies night of fun that would be lesley's bachelorette party, but in the end it turned out to be a blessing that i went, instead, with my parents to get the kids settled up north.
we got to poughkeepsie after a lot of grumbling alot of GPS 'redirecting' and a stop at olive garden. we walked in to the poughkeepsie inn with a sinking feeling but hope still affloat that we would soon be settled and good. not to be.
at the poughkeepsie inn we were greeted by a mentally handicapped gentleman. i say that not to be rude, but because he was clearly MENTTALLY handicappped. i have love for the special needs community, i embrace them. im not sure they are necessarily well suited to the service industry.
"reservation for Ken Stewart" says i
"yes, you have 3 rooms."
"no. we have one room for 3 nights."
"yes. ken stewart. 3 rooms. for 3 nights"
"no. one room"
"no. three" holds up 3 pieces of paper.
"ok. well. there should not be 3 reservations. there should be only one"
"there are 3"
"yes. ok. two of them are probably incorrect and need to be cancelled because there should only be one"
"these two are from expedia.com and they are already charged to the credit card. this one is from our website and is not paid for yet."
"well, here's a question... why would i make two reservations on expedia for the exact same thing and then make a different reservation on your website, again- for the same thing?"
"i dont know."
"ok. well, we are going to have to cancel two of these reservations."
"right. well, to cancel these two you have to call expedia.com because they are already paid."
"ok. lets get expedia on the horn"
"ok. how did you want to pay for this third reservation?"
"you have three reservations for me, two that i have already paid for and you want to know how am i going to pay for the third?"
"right"
"call expedia."
after alot of "yes mam, i understand" i got two of them cancelled and then to a blank stare i cancelled the third. so long poughkeepsie inn.
we hiked up the road to holiday inn express where there was a micorwave, fridge, free breakfast and 90% less murder than the poughkeepsie inn.
friday was the rehearsal. zoe was pretty psyched to find baby goats, full sized goats, pigs, chickens and frogs on the farm. she attempted to feed each critter grass and a few accepted.
zoe started a small fire, but that got set right. i couldnt spend too much time catching up with the girls because, you know, zoe is likely to set fires when left on her own.
but the rehearsal went great. it was wonderful to see some familliar faces and zoe had a blast. she fell in love with lesley and even caught a moth and made her a gift of it.
saturday. september 10. 2011.
zoe and i arrived at around 1:30 to hang with the girls while they dressed and we sipped champagne. SO good to see liselle, kat, liz, meredith and stephanie. and really nice to get to know kelsey. wonderful girls. and galens mom is awesome. and lesley's mom is like a mom to me, of course. it was really special to get to be part of the whole thing. lesley's dress was so perfect. it was short, sassy, but classy and beautiful. so tasteful but so unusual. and, leeann from project runway made it so- boom. it has star power. i would expect no less than something so extraordinary and perfect from lesley anne robin.
zoe was spot on as flower girl and pancake did a pretty great job as ring bearer. the ceremony was beautiful. performed by the couple's friend Alex it was traditional but personal and i couldnt help but tear up as my heels sank slowly into the grass.
next up? party time.
even a flood could not stop the les/gay wedding from blowing the lid off the adorable apple orchard farm.
details, unfortunatly, are fuzzy. but i recall pinatas, cheese cake- meaning a cake of cheese, wax lips, craig cox, becky nelson, barn, dancing the horah and somehow i made it home alive... i think mainly this is because my dad was sitting in his car making sure becky and i did not get kidnapped, murdered or kicked by goats.
good man.
we missed brunch because my kids were absolutely insane the next morning. AND we had to check out by 10 AND we had to get to the city... plus im pretty sure i had a touch of what the french call "that really great feeling of blurriness that comes the day after you have a great time in a barn"
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