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Wedding Venues: Part II (Westchester Edition)

Last night, I went with my boss to a coworker’s going away party. While we were out, I told her about the haunted houses that Gavin and I looked at in the Finger Lakes. She is 100% convinced that Gavin and I should get married at the one with the ghost couple because “then the ghosts will possess [us] during the ceremony.” She also thinks it would be very entertaining for the guests to have a wedding “in the dark” and attempt to capture the ghosts in the wedding photos. (I am not making this up; although I kind of wish I was.)

On the subject of wedding venues, Gavin and I will be touring the wedding circuit in Westchester tomorrow afternoon. Then NYC the following week. After that, we should be able to make an informed decision as to where this shindig will take place. Hooray!

… unless, of course, we end up on the reality TV show. Then that’s a whole other story.

Highlight of the (short) week: a miniature cupcake arrived on my desk! I ate the whole thing.

 

 

Facebook-Stalking Other People’s Weddings

This is a new favorite pastime of mine, spawned from the former, more widely-recognizable time-suck, unofficially termed Facebook-stalking (the non-wedding version, of course.)

I do admit it felt a little creepy when I first began but, a couple of clicks through a wedding album of a friend or two and -soon enough- there I was: pouring over snapshots of friends of friends’ and even their friends’ Facebook wedding albums.

Then it got worse. My boss recently sent me a link of a wedding of her friend’s wedding album on Facebook – someone I had never met before in my entire life – for inspiration and, of course, to check out her selection of Badgley Mischka shoes. #WANT (I am currently stalking this exact pair on eBay, but holding out for a more reasonable price.)

Then something funny happened. Through a short exchange of link-sharing via IM, Gavin quickly realized that the photographer who shot my coworker’s friend’s wedding was the same photographer that he had me call for “fake wedding” prices back in 2009. (At the time, he was getting comparison quotes for his own wedding photography.)

Small world it is indeed… especially in the wedding industry.

Lace for Lunch

My boss is discussing the prospect of having an existential meltdown. This is totally my fault because when she walked into work, I immediately alerted her to the fact that six years ago today, Pluto was officially demoted from planet status.

Lace shopping, originally slated for Thursday, has now been pushed up to this afternoon because work is slow and my mom just requested a resched. We’re meeting at GCT at noon. Updates to follow.

In other news- I can’t believe that I forgot about my coworker telling me that Martha Stewart had a wedding site. I found this while searching for types of lace. (I want to be well-versed for me meeting with mom, NOT ill-prepared like I was when we were talking about organza and georgette.)