Brides: The New Surfer Dudettes

Being a Cali girl, I quickly realized that you can't really surf in the Atlantic Ocean, hence why I am so surprised to find myself riding a monstrous Pacific-ocean wave––also known as wedding planning. Ah the woes of riding the waves total excitement to total dismay when you find something really great, then realize that:

a. it's just ain't gonna happen (excuse my English)
b. it simply doesn't exist
c. it will cost you an arm...a leg...a foot...
d. it was never a practical idea to begin with

I am definitely feeling the woes of "d." Let me back track a little bit. This week I have been SO thrilled when I discovered that the venue of my dreams was now affordable because of our extra small entourage (a.k.a. guest list of 25).  It solved the problem of parking (HUGE Philly problem), taking photos, and being in close proximity of the ceremony site. Plus only $100 deposit and required AND they had a brunch option. Fast forward to a couple of hours ago when I called the venue back to square out some important questions including would they have space to set up a buffet in the room. And the answer was NO––the room was too small .

Why do I insist on having a buffet instead of a limited menu? First off because I LOVE buffets because of the variety, because you can go up for seconds thirds, etc, and probably most of all because you don't have to wait for your food to be prepared. I have been to my share of weddings where you had to wait between the reception and ceremony or actually wait for the food to be prepared. Waiting means grumbling stomach. Waiting means annoyance. Waiting means an unhappy grumpy bride. I have a bad history of becoming an all out pouting, growling, borderline-hypoglycemic, pathetic mess. My FH is not nearly as bad, but he does get really quiet and his energy drops as well.

After mourning the idea of the buffet, I reviewed the menu again and frowned again at the lunch menu (which is too ritzy and "stuff" for me), then looked at the brunch banquet again, trying to conjure up a plan. After talking to my mother she said that it was best to be creative and ask a lot of questions about my options. She also said that I really need to make other appointments as well.

Feeling a little better, I realized that I was only severely disappointed because I had the wrong expectation. An ultra small room could never hold a full buffet. Lesson learned. So I will have to opt for the limited menu (a few choices for the guests to choose from) with pasteries served while we are waiting for the food to be made. Not ideal, but better then my sugar levels plummeting.