hey everyone!! Glad you guys could make it out here!! Its been a pretty rough week I know with all those annoying classes but you will make it , I promise!! Now, before we start up the music there’s just on thing that id like to bring to your attention. This will be short I promise. Now, im sure all of you have painted bata bridge at one point in your lives right?? Well, im thinking that it would be a great idea to paint it again. Only bigger. Better. More colors, more, you know, “va va voom”.
Yes, im aware that you have all painted it. It looks nice, a little, two dimensional, but nice. I especially have liked the time every year that a group of people paint the bricks back on it. I always walk by there on my way to the corner and I ALWAYS think that someone has actually decided to scrape off all the paint. That would be an impossible task I know, but it always grabs my attention. THAT IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!!
We need to do something to that bridge that will attract the eyes of everyone at UVA, everyone in Charlottesville, everyone in the WORLD! Any ideas?? You? Have one?
Nobody? Really? Nobody has an idea. How sad! Nobody in this entire fraternity can bear to insert their opinion here? You! Black shirt! Ideas? No. thought not. Well, fortunately, I brought along a few of my own to share. WHAT IF…. We covered it with cotton balls? It would be like we were driving or walking through a cloud! And it would be difficult for other people to try to paint it. all that hard word would pay off because not just anyone would take the time to try and peel them off one by one.
Or a mosaic!! Mirrors could be broken and sanded and placed all over the wall. This would reflect the light and would complement the buildings beautifully!
Well, im sure all of you are sick of me. Let me just rephrase what I was saying in a short, conclusion so to speak. WE could make Bata Bridge truly GREAT. It would be magnificent, different, and good. WE could help our college become even more famous then it already is people will say “those creative young people at uva, they aren’t satisfied with anything but the best, SO creative.” They will say “wow, those people sure know how to make the world more beautiful”. People will say “I want to go to school here.” And WE ARE. Isn’t that right guys??! Aren’t we the best??!! That’s right that’s right! We are. And this is what will lead us to glory my friends. This is the way!!!!
Now that that’s over with… if you’re with me, sign this list, we get together next week, its going to be amazing!! Get excited!! Are you with me?? Are you??! You are!! That’s great! Yes! Guys this is what we all have been waiting for! a venue for our creative currents!
Thank you all and see you next week!!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
ACT fraternity #1
hey everyone,
it has come to my attention that bata bridge has not been up to its usual par lately. Every day i will go by there and see birthdays, congratulations, and partys that happened a couple of weeks ago painted on it. It is not that i dislike the congratulations -- its cute; but i think that we would ALL prefer if when we walked by we saw truly amazing works of art and pre-planned painting instead of the unplanned dumping of paint buckets that occupies the bridge at this time. Wouldnt we all like that?? i feel like it would bring color to the surroundings and it would make you PROUD to be going to UVA. I know, as a fraternity, you have the power to help with this cause. I know that you can also round up other friends outside of the fraternity and get everyone on campus to really work at making the campus a more beautiful place. You may think that this is a silly idea at the moment but i can guarantee that it will be a worthwhile cause for you to help with!!
thank you
it has come to my attention that bata bridge has not been up to its usual par lately. Every day i will go by there and see birthdays, congratulations, and partys that happened a couple of weeks ago painted on it. It is not that i dislike the congratulations -- its cute; but i think that we would ALL prefer if when we walked by we saw truly amazing works of art and pre-planned painting instead of the unplanned dumping of paint buckets that occupies the bridge at this time. Wouldnt we all like that?? i feel like it would bring color to the surroundings and it would make you PROUD to be going to UVA. I know, as a fraternity, you have the power to help with this cause. I know that you can also round up other friends outside of the fraternity and get everyone on campus to really work at making the campus a more beautiful place. You may think that this is a silly idea at the moment but i can guarantee that it will be a worthwhile cause for you to help with!!
thank you
Monday, March 30, 2009
photo-#2
We had read our travel handbooks, eaten our last hamburgers, packed our bags, gotten our passports, said our goodbyes...we were off.
I said goodbye to my favorite rocking chair and slid into the passenger seat attempting a smile and patting my son, Bennie, on the shoulder.
"Good morning, honey"
"Good morning, George"
This was a morning ritual, one of the ones that made me feel secure. Safe to start another day. This time it did nothing to brighten it. It was final. To Italy we went. It seemed like it would be forever. I will never forgive myself for proposing this vacation, i thought.
ITALY. the letters, big and bold on our plane tickets looked erasable. Unfortunately, the rest of my family, having boarded the plane already, would refuse to turn back. I love my wife and my son, but SOMETIMES... well you know, things can get a little crazy. But this time...really out of hand. I said that i needed to take a "few days of work". this of COURSE meant "We have to raise up all our loose cash and move to Italy for half a year". I think she meant well.
I have never been out of the country. It has just never occured to me. I guess you could call me un-worldly. I don't mind. I'm happy where i live, a small suburb with a fish pond in the back yard and a porch looking out to our neighbors homes perfect for lemonade and reading the newspaper.
When the plane took off, i leaned my head against the window. My wife, Martha, took my hand and smiled. "Isn't this going to be FUN?!" her obnoxious glasses stared back at me waiting for an enthusiastic reply."Yeah" i bit my lip, yeah sure, for you and Bennie. Just think at how many people will be staring. looking. bothering us. I wasnt socially ready. Im 34 years old. I need time to get used to being old! i cant just focus on being different, it doesnt work like that! But instead i nodded my head vigorously and then settled into my newspaper and airplane coffee.
Now dont take me wrong. I loved the fact that i was getting off work. The fact that i was missing it had nothing to do with the fact that i was gloomy about the prospect of boarding a plane. Its just, i was scared i guess. I was a stay-at-home sort of guy. Putting myself in circumstances where i was bound to look like an outsider made me uncomfortable. i liked to blend in to my surroundings. The obvious language boundary i was about to face was only the tip of the iceberg.
The plane took a long time but i dreaded the end in the last hours. I knew that soon i would be prey for the Italians, they would look upon the fact that i didnt speak italian as comical. i could hear the laughter now.
The Wheels hit the runway and the bags were unloaded. Here we are.
Its true. It looked just like the pictures, beautiful. I could not take my eyes off the fantastic buildings and shops. My wife toad me around by the hand exclaiming "oh look at that! Look here! Oh what a beautiful city!"
Benny wanted to go to the beach. He just wouldn't stop pestering us. Every five minutes he would ask. Finally we caved.
The beach was sandy and there weren't that many people (to my liking). The Italians weren't ALL that bad after all... i had seen a number of great art exibits and my family was happy. "take a picture of us George!! Just look at the ocean, how blue it is!!! Quick! Before Bennie runs away!!!"
so i did.
the sun heated up my head of hair and no doubt burned that bald patch up there somewhere. somehow i didn't mind. There were all these people around and somehow i just didn't care. Funny how life works, i thought to myself.
i lay back on the sand, head resting on my hands and realized that i could maybe get used to this....the sun was bright and blinded me as i lay there.
I said goodbye to my favorite rocking chair and slid into the passenger seat attempting a smile and patting my son, Bennie, on the shoulder.
"Good morning, honey"
"Good morning, George"
This was a morning ritual, one of the ones that made me feel secure. Safe to start another day. This time it did nothing to brighten it. It was final. To Italy we went. It seemed like it would be forever. I will never forgive myself for proposing this vacation, i thought.
ITALY. the letters, big and bold on our plane tickets looked erasable. Unfortunately, the rest of my family, having boarded the plane already, would refuse to turn back. I love my wife and my son, but SOMETIMES... well you know, things can get a little crazy. But this time...really out of hand. I said that i needed to take a "few days of work". this of COURSE meant "We have to raise up all our loose cash and move to Italy for half a year". I think she meant well.
I have never been out of the country. It has just never occured to me. I guess you could call me un-worldly. I don't mind. I'm happy where i live, a small suburb with a fish pond in the back yard and a porch looking out to our neighbors homes perfect for lemonade and reading the newspaper.
When the plane took off, i leaned my head against the window. My wife, Martha, took my hand and smiled. "Isn't this going to be FUN?!" her obnoxious glasses stared back at me waiting for an enthusiastic reply."Yeah" i bit my lip, yeah sure, for you and Bennie. Just think at how many people will be staring. looking. bothering us. I wasnt socially ready. Im 34 years old. I need time to get used to being old! i cant just focus on being different, it doesnt work like that! But instead i nodded my head vigorously and then settled into my newspaper and airplane coffee.
Now dont take me wrong. I loved the fact that i was getting off work. The fact that i was missing it had nothing to do with the fact that i was gloomy about the prospect of boarding a plane. Its just, i was scared i guess. I was a stay-at-home sort of guy. Putting myself in circumstances where i was bound to look like an outsider made me uncomfortable. i liked to blend in to my surroundings. The obvious language boundary i was about to face was only the tip of the iceberg.
The plane took a long time but i dreaded the end in the last hours. I knew that soon i would be prey for the Italians, they would look upon the fact that i didnt speak italian as comical. i could hear the laughter now.
The Wheels hit the runway and the bags were unloaded. Here we are.
Its true. It looked just like the pictures, beautiful. I could not take my eyes off the fantastic buildings and shops. My wife toad me around by the hand exclaiming "oh look at that! Look here! Oh what a beautiful city!"
Benny wanted to go to the beach. He just wouldn't stop pestering us. Every five minutes he would ask. Finally we caved.
The beach was sandy and there weren't that many people (to my liking). The Italians weren't ALL that bad after all... i had seen a number of great art exibits and my family was happy. "take a picture of us George!! Just look at the ocean, how blue it is!!! Quick! Before Bennie runs away!!!"
so i did.
the sun heated up my head of hair and no doubt burned that bald patch up there somewhere. somehow i didn't mind. There were all these people around and somehow i just didn't care. Funny how life works, i thought to myself.
i lay back on the sand, head resting on my hands and realized that i could maybe get used to this....the sun was bright and blinded me as i lay there.
Monday, March 16, 2009
photo----1
We had read our travel handbooks, eaten our last hamburgers, packed our bags, gotten our passports, said our goodbyes...we were off.
ITALY. the letters, big and bold on our plane tickets looked erasable. Unfortunately, the rest of my family, having boarded the plane already, would refuse to turn back. I love my wife and my son, but SOMETIMES... well you know, things can get a little crazy. But this time...really out of hand. I said that i needed to take a "few days of work". this of COURSE meant "We have to raise up all our loose cash and move to Italy for half a year". I think she meant well.
I have never been out of the country. It has just never occured to me. I guess you could call me un-worldly. I dont mind. I'm happy where i live, a small suburb with a fish pond in the back yard and a porch looking out to our neighbors homes perfect for lemonade and reading the newspaper.
I said goodbye to my favorite rocking chair and slid into the passenger seat attempting a smile and patting my son, Bennie, on the shoulder.
"Good morning, honey"
"Good morning, George"
This was a morning ritual, one of the ones that made me feel secure. Safe to start another day. This time it did nothing to brighten it. It was final. To Italy we went. It seemed like it would be forever. I will never forgive myself for proposing this vacation, i thought.
Now dont take me wrong. I loved the fact that i was getting off work. The fact that i was missing it had nothing to do with the fact that i was gloomy about the prospect of boarding a plane. Its just, i was scared i guess. I was a stay-at-home sort of guy. Putting myself in circumstances where i was bound to look like an outsider made me uncomfortable. i liked to blend in to my surroundings. The obvious language boundary i was about to face was only the tip of the iceberg.
WHen the plane took off, i leaned my head against the window. My wife, Martha, took my hand and smiled. "Isnt this going to be FUN?!" her obnoxious glasses stared back at me waiting for an enthusiastic reply."Yeah" i bit my lip, yeah sure, for you and Bennie. Just think at how many people will be staring. looking. bothering us. I wasnt socially ready. Im 34 years old. I need time to get used to being old! i cant just focus on being different, it doesnt work like that! But instead i nodded my head vigorously and then settled into my newspaper and airplane coffee.
The plane took a long time but i dreaded the end in the last hours. I knew that soon i would be prey for the Italians, they would look upon the fact that i didnt speak italian as comical. i could hear the laughter now.
The Wheels hit the runway and the bags were unloaded. Here we are.
Its true. It looked just like the pictures, beautiful. I could not take my eyes off the fantastic buildings and shops. My wife toad me around by the hand exclaiming "oh look at that! Look here! Oh what a beautiful city!"
Benny wanted to go to the beach. He just wouldnt stop pestering us. Every five minutes he would ask. Finally we caved.
The beach was sandy and there werent that many people (to my liking). The Italians werent ALL that bad after all... i had seen a number of great art exibits and my family was happy. "take a picture of us George!! Just look at the ocean, how blue it is!!! Quick! Before Bennie runs away!!!"
so i did.
i lay back on the sand, head resting on my hands and realized that i could maybe get used to this....the sun was bright and blinded me as i lay there.
ITALY. the letters, big and bold on our plane tickets looked erasable. Unfortunately, the rest of my family, having boarded the plane already, would refuse to turn back. I love my wife and my son, but SOMETIMES... well you know, things can get a little crazy. But this time...really out of hand. I said that i needed to take a "few days of work". this of COURSE meant "We have to raise up all our loose cash and move to Italy for half a year". I think she meant well.
I have never been out of the country. It has just never occured to me. I guess you could call me un-worldly. I dont mind. I'm happy where i live, a small suburb with a fish pond in the back yard and a porch looking out to our neighbors homes perfect for lemonade and reading the newspaper.
I said goodbye to my favorite rocking chair and slid into the passenger seat attempting a smile and patting my son, Bennie, on the shoulder.
"Good morning, honey"
"Good morning, George"
This was a morning ritual, one of the ones that made me feel secure. Safe to start another day. This time it did nothing to brighten it. It was final. To Italy we went. It seemed like it would be forever. I will never forgive myself for proposing this vacation, i thought.
Now dont take me wrong. I loved the fact that i was getting off work. The fact that i was missing it had nothing to do with the fact that i was gloomy about the prospect of boarding a plane. Its just, i was scared i guess. I was a stay-at-home sort of guy. Putting myself in circumstances where i was bound to look like an outsider made me uncomfortable. i liked to blend in to my surroundings. The obvious language boundary i was about to face was only the tip of the iceberg.
WHen the plane took off, i leaned my head against the window. My wife, Martha, took my hand and smiled. "Isnt this going to be FUN?!" her obnoxious glasses stared back at me waiting for an enthusiastic reply."Yeah" i bit my lip, yeah sure, for you and Bennie. Just think at how many people will be staring. looking. bothering us. I wasnt socially ready. Im 34 years old. I need time to get used to being old! i cant just focus on being different, it doesnt work like that! But instead i nodded my head vigorously and then settled into my newspaper and airplane coffee.
The plane took a long time but i dreaded the end in the last hours. I knew that soon i would be prey for the Italians, they would look upon the fact that i didnt speak italian as comical. i could hear the laughter now.
The Wheels hit the runway and the bags were unloaded. Here we are.
Its true. It looked just like the pictures, beautiful. I could not take my eyes off the fantastic buildings and shops. My wife toad me around by the hand exclaiming "oh look at that! Look here! Oh what a beautiful city!"
Benny wanted to go to the beach. He just wouldnt stop pestering us. Every five minutes he would ask. Finally we caved.
The beach was sandy and there werent that many people (to my liking). The Italians werent ALL that bad after all... i had seen a number of great art exibits and my family was happy. "take a picture of us George!! Just look at the ocean, how blue it is!!! Quick! Before Bennie runs away!!!"
so i did.
i lay back on the sand, head resting on my hands and realized that i could maybe get used to this....the sun was bright and blinded me as i lay there.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
DRAFT 3___both
BRIDE__I walked into the chapel and saw it right away. The walls were covered in red roses. Everywhere I turned--- red. Six thousand red roses that were pinned to the walls of my fathers’ chapel, I couldn’t believe it. Not only had I specifically asked for pink roses but, you couldn’t just pin roses to a room and expect me to be happy with them!! I mean --- there would be two pins per rose. Twelve thousand pin-marks in the walls of my fathers’ private chapel... Oh my god. I
Almost ran into that annoying wedding planner.
“How could, how could you do this to me?!”
“Do what?”
“EVERYTHING!!!! Nothing is the way that I planned it! What kind of a wedding planner ARE you?! I mean look at the roses on the walls of my fathers’ chapel!!! They are RED!!”
“And….?”
…
PLANNER___"But I WANTED pink!!" the brides face pouted as she looked down at me from her six in loubiton heels.
"Look, I’m sorry. But now exchanging 6 thousand red roses for pink ones will take a pretty long time."
Almost over, it was almost over. I liked being a wedding planner most of the time but it was dealing with frantic brides that I absolutely could not take.
…
BRIDE___A couple hours later I was sitting by the window, when my soon-to-be husband’s brother walked into the room.
“Hi Luc!” I said
“Hey, what’s up? Ummm I have a...a question…”
I waited for him to finish.
“ I was thinking about asking Julia to marry me.”
I screamed and rushed towards him. Julia was my best friend, my maid of honor.
“When????!!!”
“Uhh…well your almost-husband wants it to happen at the reception…Would that be..?”
“Oh my god! WOW!!! OH this is so exciting! She really loves you Luc. You should get a boat!”
“A BOAT?”
“Yeah, propose on the lake! Its going to be a beautiful night!”
“How do you expect me to get one?”
“Talk to my lovely (I coughed) wedding planner. I bet she can get you one!”
“Ok ill do that, I have to find mind my brother now, well your almost-husband too I guess!”
…
PLANNER___I was sitting on the back porch, a coke in my hand. The groom walked out of the house, followed by another man, about his age.
" hello Caroline"
"Luc this is our amazing wedding planner, Caroline, this is my brother Luc"
"nice to meet you" I smiled
"Caroline, my brother here has a question for you......Luc?"
"Yeah, umm so i was wondering....well i need...o god, i cant even say it...ok i'm just going to …I’m going to ask my girlfriend to marry me."
I grinned.
"ooooook..." I said
"so i was wondering if you know, you could help out a little?"
" what would you like me to do?"
"Umm well my brother really wants me to propose at the reception.... it would probably be perfect....could you maybe find me a boat?"
"a …boat?"
"yeah, id like to propose out on the lake, at night...its stupid I know.."
"Yes of course, there's a boat rental over down the road. i can go right now actually...i'm free for until the wedding starts, then i have to take pictures, she'll never know! good luck!!!"
….
BRIDE___Oh god, she’s probably going to get them kayak, either that or its not going to be a boat at all. I wouldn’t trust that wedding planner with anything….I grinned, the day just got so much better…
Almost ran into that annoying wedding planner.
“How could, how could you do this to me?!”
“Do what?”
“EVERYTHING!!!! Nothing is the way that I planned it! What kind of a wedding planner ARE you?! I mean look at the roses on the walls of my fathers’ chapel!!! They are RED!!”
“And….?”
…
PLANNER___"But I WANTED pink!!" the brides face pouted as she looked down at me from her six in loubiton heels.
"Look, I’m sorry. But now exchanging 6 thousand red roses for pink ones will take a pretty long time."
Almost over, it was almost over. I liked being a wedding planner most of the time but it was dealing with frantic brides that I absolutely could not take.
…
BRIDE___A couple hours later I was sitting by the window, when my soon-to-be husband’s brother walked into the room.
“Hi Luc!” I said
“Hey, what’s up? Ummm I have a...a question…”
I waited for him to finish.
“ I was thinking about asking Julia to marry me.”
I screamed and rushed towards him. Julia was my best friend, my maid of honor.
“When????!!!”
“Uhh…well your almost-husband wants it to happen at the reception…Would that be..?”
“Oh my god! WOW!!! OH this is so exciting! She really loves you Luc. You should get a boat!”
“A BOAT?”
“Yeah, propose on the lake! Its going to be a beautiful night!”
“How do you expect me to get one?”
“Talk to my lovely (I coughed) wedding planner. I bet she can get you one!”
“Ok ill do that, I have to find mind my brother now, well your almost-husband too I guess!”
…
PLANNER___I was sitting on the back porch, a coke in my hand. The groom walked out of the house, followed by another man, about his age.
" hello Caroline"
"Luc this is our amazing wedding planner, Caroline, this is my brother Luc"
"nice to meet you" I smiled
"Caroline, my brother here has a question for you......Luc?"
"Yeah, umm so i was wondering....well i need...o god, i cant even say it...ok i'm just going to …I’m going to ask my girlfriend to marry me."
I grinned.
"ooooook..." I said
"so i was wondering if you know, you could help out a little?"
" what would you like me to do?"
"Umm well my brother really wants me to propose at the reception.... it would probably be perfect....could you maybe find me a boat?"
"a …boat?"
"yeah, id like to propose out on the lake, at night...its stupid I know.."
"Yes of course, there's a boat rental over down the road. i can go right now actually...i'm free for until the wedding starts, then i have to take pictures, she'll never know! good luck!!!"
….
BRIDE___Oh god, she’s probably going to get them kayak, either that or its not going to be a boat at all. I wouldn’t trust that wedding planner with anything….I grinned, the day just got so much better…
Sunday, February 22, 2009
wedding draft #2 ---the bride
As soon as I walked into the room I knew, something was wrong. Something HAD to be wrong. I mean, wasn’t everything else about this wedding totally and completely wrong? Not only did my dress not fit but, the caterers had made clams instead of lobsters—I mean, who eats clams at a wedding?! And then the ridiculously obnoxious wedding planner had changed everything because she said it would “look better” or “be cheaper”. I didn’t WANT cheap! I WANT THIS TO BE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!! But she doesn’t seem to understand that I just want to be happy, ad being stressed out like she’s making me is not helping one bit.
I began looking for the things that would help me with my list that I would use to, I don’t know; sue the wedding planner or something. I walked into the chapel and saw it right away. Oh my god this cannot possibly be happening to me. I thought. The walls were covered in red roses. Everywhere I turned---more red. Six thousand red roses that were pinned to the walls of my fathers’ chapel, I couldn’t believe it. Not only had I specifically asked for pink roses so they would be less overwhelming but, you could not just pin roses to a room and expect me to be happy with them!! I mean think about it--- there would be two pins to each rose. Twelve thousand pin-marks in the walls of my fathers’ private chapel... Oh my god. He’s going to shoot me! I ran up to the room where I was late to have my hair done and almost ran into that annoying wedding planner.
“How could, how could you do this to me?!”
“Do what?”
“EVERYTHING!!!! Nothing is the way that I planned it! What kind of a wedding planner ARE you?! I mean look at the roses on the walls of my fathers’ chapel!!! They are RED!!”
“And….?”
"But I WANTED pink!!" Ok fine, I admit, that was a weak response.
"Look, I’m sorry but this is what they sent me. If you want me to change it now we will have to postpone the wedding. You could have come yesterday to look at the decorations like I had recommended. But now exchanging 6 thousand red roses for pink ones will take a pretty long time."
This was a complete and total lie. She had NOT asked me to come yesterday. In fact, I had suggested it and she said that I shouldn’t bother!
I turned away from her and sat down in the chair for my hair to get done, I couldn’t believe that irresponsible woman!!!
A couple hours later I was sitting by the window, when my soon-to-be husband’s brother walked into the room.
“Hi Luc!” I said
“Hey, what’s up? Ummm I have a...a question…”
I waited for him to finish.
“ I was thinking about asking Julia to marry me.”
I screamed and rushed towards him. Julia was my best friend, my maid of honor.
“When when when????!!!”
“Uhh…well your almost-husband wants it to happen at the reception…Would that be..?”
“Oh my god! WOW!!!!!! Yes that would be great!!! OH this is so exciting! She really loves you Luc. She really does. You should get a boat!”
“Uhhh a BOAT?”
“Yeah, propose on the lake! Its going to be a beautiful night!”
“How do you expect me to get one?”
“Talk to my lovely (I coughed) wedding planner. I bet she can get you one!”
“Ok ill do that, I have to find mind my brother now, well your almost-husband too I guess!” he grinned and ran out of the room.
Oh god, she’s probably going to get them a kayak, either that or its not going to be a boat at all. I wouldn’t trust that wedding planner with anything….I grinned, the day just got so much better…
I began looking for the things that would help me with my list that I would use to, I don’t know; sue the wedding planner or something. I walked into the chapel and saw it right away. Oh my god this cannot possibly be happening to me. I thought. The walls were covered in red roses. Everywhere I turned---more red. Six thousand red roses that were pinned to the walls of my fathers’ chapel, I couldn’t believe it. Not only had I specifically asked for pink roses so they would be less overwhelming but, you could not just pin roses to a room and expect me to be happy with them!! I mean think about it--- there would be two pins to each rose. Twelve thousand pin-marks in the walls of my fathers’ private chapel... Oh my god. He’s going to shoot me! I ran up to the room where I was late to have my hair done and almost ran into that annoying wedding planner.
“How could, how could you do this to me?!”
“Do what?”
“EVERYTHING!!!! Nothing is the way that I planned it! What kind of a wedding planner ARE you?! I mean look at the roses on the walls of my fathers’ chapel!!! They are RED!!”
“And….?”
"But I WANTED pink!!" Ok fine, I admit, that was a weak response.
"Look, I’m sorry but this is what they sent me. If you want me to change it now we will have to postpone the wedding. You could have come yesterday to look at the decorations like I had recommended. But now exchanging 6 thousand red roses for pink ones will take a pretty long time."
This was a complete and total lie. She had NOT asked me to come yesterday. In fact, I had suggested it and she said that I shouldn’t bother!
I turned away from her and sat down in the chair for my hair to get done, I couldn’t believe that irresponsible woman!!!
A couple hours later I was sitting by the window, when my soon-to-be husband’s brother walked into the room.
“Hi Luc!” I said
“Hey, what’s up? Ummm I have a...a question…”
I waited for him to finish.
“ I was thinking about asking Julia to marry me.”
I screamed and rushed towards him. Julia was my best friend, my maid of honor.
“When when when????!!!”
“Uhh…well your almost-husband wants it to happen at the reception…Would that be..?”
“Oh my god! WOW!!!!!! Yes that would be great!!! OH this is so exciting! She really loves you Luc. She really does. You should get a boat!”
“Uhhh a BOAT?”
“Yeah, propose on the lake! Its going to be a beautiful night!”
“How do you expect me to get one?”
“Talk to my lovely (I coughed) wedding planner. I bet she can get you one!”
“Ok ill do that, I have to find mind my brother now, well your almost-husband too I guess!” he grinned and ran out of the room.
Oh god, she’s probably going to get them a kayak, either that or its not going to be a boat at all. I wouldn’t trust that wedding planner with anything….I grinned, the day just got so much better…
Saturday, February 14, 2009
weddingdraft1
"but i WANTED pink!!"the brides face pouted as she looked down at me from her six in loubiton heels.
"look, i'm sorry but this is what they sent me. if you want me to change it now we will have to postpone the wedding. You could have come yesterday to look at the decorations like i had recommended. but now exchanging 6 thousand red roses for pink ones will take a pretty long time."
Almost over, it was almost over. I liked being a wedding planner most of the time but it was dealing with frantic brides that i absolutely could not take.
"i mean, look at the bright side. now the decorations will match you, well the bottoms of your shoes anyway...and your dress is a nice contrast!"
she glared at me and then turned back to the makeup artist who was listening with a bored expression on her face..almost like mine.
"so i was thinking of my hair in a sort of twist with a few strands braided right here..."
If i could only wait a few more hours, it would all be over and i could crawl back to my appartment and watch a few movies. i sighed and walked out of the room to check on the food and see if the musicians had arrived to set up for tonight.
As i turned the corner i ran straight into someone. I couldnt tell who it was but they smelled of chanel perfume. i stepped back and slowly raised my head to meet the eyes of the maid of honor. She had stick-straight brown hair that fell around her face limply and i could see that she had been crying because of the mascara lines running down her face.
"oh sorry. Is everything alright?"
"uhh..well no. But ill be ok. How did you..?"
"darling you have some trouble with your makeup. Here follow me and ill help you"
"oh right, thanks"
i led the poor girl to the bathroom and grabbed my bag that was full of anything and everything and could fix just about anything that could go wrong.
"here let me get that.."
i took a wet towel and wiped of the mascara that left gray streaks on the white plush towels that hung from the wall.
"what happened?"
"oh, don't worry about it , you probably don't care anyway."
But even as she said it i could tell she was about to tell me everything.
"its just. Have you ever felt like you never win..like you couldn't get your life to be better then someone else s no matter how hard you try?"
of course i did. everyone felt this way at one point or another.
"well im going out with this guy--the grooms brother..and my best friend, shes getting married now at this wedding..i just..i just am worried that it wont ever happen to me!"
"Of course it will.. just not yet." As many issues that had come up as long as i had been a wedding planner, this was one of the most normal problems that the maids of honor had.i continued my rehearsed speech--
"Maybe you aren't at the right stage of your relationship yet, but trust me your time will come. Why shouldn't he be in love with you? Look, your gorgeous and smart and funny. Trust me. it will happen at some point. soon."
She looked a little comforted and tried a smile.
"haha thanks."
I wiped of the last of her blurry makeup and washed off the towel, wringing the water out of it into the sink.
"your all done. Better go get that dress on!"
"thank you so much."
i nodded and hurried out to the kitchen to check on the entrees.
A couple hours later i was sitting on the back porch, a coke in my hand. I couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the mascara running down her face. i couldn't help wishing that things would work out with her. i leaned back against the porch railing. The groom walked out of the house, followed by another man, about his age.
"oh hello Caroline"
"Luc this is our amazing wedding planner, Caroline, this is my brother Luc"
"nice to meet you" i smiled warmly thinking, this guy is the male counterpart of the woman i met before. They even looked like they would get along, i thought.
"Caroline, my brother here has a question for you......Luc?"
"Yeah, umm so i was wondering....well its just....well i need...o god, i cant even say it...ok i'm just going to go for it..i haven't told anyone yet, i'm going to ask my girlfriend to marry me."
i grinned. it WAS going to work out!
"ooooook..." i said
"so i was wondering if you know, you could help out a little?"
"well what would you like me to do?"
"umm well my brother really wants me to propose at the reception..even though i TOLD him that it was HIS wedding..but it would probably be perfect. Its SO pretty out here...could you maybe find me a boat?"
"a boat?"
"yeah, id like to propose out on the lake, at night...don't worry i know how to drive one..."
"Yes of course, there's a boat rental over down the road. i can go right now actually...i'm free for until the wedding starts, then i have to take pictures. Ill get it over behind those trees, she'll never know! good luck!!!"
"thank you SO much.. here.."
he handed me a blank check with his signature at the bottom.
"...im trusting you" he grinned.
When everything was set, the boat behind the trees, the guests arriving, the music playing... had my camera in hand snapping pictures one after another. The groom, the groom and the bride, the bride and her mother, the bride and her friends, the random guests who nobody knew, everyone. The band was playing loudly and everyone was dancing. This is why im a wedding planner, i thought..i took a glass of water from the bar and continued snapping away. out of the corner of my eye, i say Luc talking to the girl from before...he grabbed he hand and they started walking out towards the trees---where i had the boat. He looked back and i caught his eye and gave him a thumbs up. he grinned nervously and turned back to his soon-to-be-wife.
i smiled and snapped a picture of them walking towards the sunset.
"look, i'm sorry but this is what they sent me. if you want me to change it now we will have to postpone the wedding. You could have come yesterday to look at the decorations like i had recommended. but now exchanging 6 thousand red roses for pink ones will take a pretty long time."
Almost over, it was almost over. I liked being a wedding planner most of the time but it was dealing with frantic brides that i absolutely could not take.
"i mean, look at the bright side. now the decorations will match you, well the bottoms of your shoes anyway...and your dress is a nice contrast!"
she glared at me and then turned back to the makeup artist who was listening with a bored expression on her face..almost like mine.
"so i was thinking of my hair in a sort of twist with a few strands braided right here..."
If i could only wait a few more hours, it would all be over and i could crawl back to my appartment and watch a few movies. i sighed and walked out of the room to check on the food and see if the musicians had arrived to set up for tonight.
As i turned the corner i ran straight into someone. I couldnt tell who it was but they smelled of chanel perfume. i stepped back and slowly raised my head to meet the eyes of the maid of honor. She had stick-straight brown hair that fell around her face limply and i could see that she had been crying because of the mascara lines running down her face.
"oh sorry. Is everything alright?"
"uhh..well no. But ill be ok. How did you..?"
"darling you have some trouble with your makeup. Here follow me and ill help you"
"oh right, thanks"
i led the poor girl to the bathroom and grabbed my bag that was full of anything and everything and could fix just about anything that could go wrong.
"here let me get that.."
i took a wet towel and wiped of the mascara that left gray streaks on the white plush towels that hung from the wall.
"what happened?"
"oh, don't worry about it , you probably don't care anyway."
But even as she said it i could tell she was about to tell me everything.
"its just. Have you ever felt like you never win..like you couldn't get your life to be better then someone else s no matter how hard you try?"
of course i did. everyone felt this way at one point or another.
"well im going out with this guy--the grooms brother..and my best friend, shes getting married now at this wedding..i just..i just am worried that it wont ever happen to me!"
"Of course it will.. just not yet." As many issues that had come up as long as i had been a wedding planner, this was one of the most normal problems that the maids of honor had.i continued my rehearsed speech--
"Maybe you aren't at the right stage of your relationship yet, but trust me your time will come. Why shouldn't he be in love with you? Look, your gorgeous and smart and funny. Trust me. it will happen at some point. soon."
She looked a little comforted and tried a smile.
"haha thanks."
I wiped of the last of her blurry makeup and washed off the towel, wringing the water out of it into the sink.
"your all done. Better go get that dress on!"
"thank you so much."
i nodded and hurried out to the kitchen to check on the entrees.
A couple hours later i was sitting on the back porch, a coke in my hand. I couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the mascara running down her face. i couldn't help wishing that things would work out with her. i leaned back against the porch railing. The groom walked out of the house, followed by another man, about his age.
"oh hello Caroline"
"Luc this is our amazing wedding planner, Caroline, this is my brother Luc"
"nice to meet you" i smiled warmly thinking, this guy is the male counterpart of the woman i met before. They even looked like they would get along, i thought.
"Caroline, my brother here has a question for you......Luc?"
"Yeah, umm so i was wondering....well its just....well i need...o god, i cant even say it...ok i'm just going to go for it..i haven't told anyone yet, i'm going to ask my girlfriend to marry me."
i grinned. it WAS going to work out!
"ooooook..." i said
"so i was wondering if you know, you could help out a little?"
"well what would you like me to do?"
"umm well my brother really wants me to propose at the reception..even though i TOLD him that it was HIS wedding..but it would probably be perfect. Its SO pretty out here...could you maybe find me a boat?"
"a boat?"
"yeah, id like to propose out on the lake, at night...don't worry i know how to drive one..."
"Yes of course, there's a boat rental over down the road. i can go right now actually...i'm free for until the wedding starts, then i have to take pictures. Ill get it over behind those trees, she'll never know! good luck!!!"
"thank you SO much.. here.."
he handed me a blank check with his signature at the bottom.
"...im trusting you" he grinned.
When everything was set, the boat behind the trees, the guests arriving, the music playing... had my camera in hand snapping pictures one after another. The groom, the groom and the bride, the bride and her mother, the bride and her friends, the random guests who nobody knew, everyone. The band was playing loudly and everyone was dancing. This is why im a wedding planner, i thought..i took a glass of water from the bar and continued snapping away. out of the corner of my eye, i say Luc talking to the girl from before...he grabbed he hand and they started walking out towards the trees---where i had the boat. He looked back and i caught his eye and gave him a thumbs up. he grinned nervously and turned back to his soon-to-be-wife.
i smiled and snapped a picture of them walking towards the sunset.
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