So I email the florists to say "Um, hello. Date of the wedding's changed." And she's like "Oh, you didn't respond so I thought you had booked with someone else."
Didn't respond to what?! I'd not even seen/heard the proper quote before! :@
Oh well. Either she's a fool, or Royal Mail are, or something. Anyway, got the proper quote now, which will be reduced a bit because it's budgeted for six bridesmaids (lol), and there definitely won't be so many now.
In such a bad mood about the wedding this morning, you would not believe. Trying to find a way to prevent said anger from ruining my day (people at work are assuming I'm unhappy because of yesterday's football result, when I'm not), so maybe typing a bit of it down here will help.
Fuck the caterers. Seriously. Fuck. The. Caterers. It's looking increasingly likely that they cater only for two options: One, really shit food in miniscule portions for something like £3000 of your hard-earned money, or two, possibly shit food in nearly as unimpressive portions for up to £6000 of your hard-earned money. I know we looked at Bowl Food earlier in this thread as an option but apparently this is not what we thought it was, and is quite small bowls served usually for corporate...like, I dunno, shareholder meetings and the like. And then say they can do anything we ask for, but at the same time make knowing warnings of "Oooh but it will be quite expensive". I bet it fucking will, you venue-monopolising pricks. I bet if WE bought several bags of crisps and asked you to provide bowls to put them in you'd still find a way to charge £10 per head for the service. Wankers.
The florists are being increasingly obtuse. After the initial "oh sorry I thought you had booked with someone else" encounter, they said I'd need to pay a 15% deposit and I replied to ask how they would like me to pay. That was six fucking days ago. The only reason I haven't just called them on the phone yet is because I'm so flabbergasted by how little they apparently care about our custom. Presumably, after I am forced to march into their shop and force the deposit cash into their hands they will then disappear when it's something like 4 weeks before the wedding and we have to pay them the rest. Or, you know, we'll pay them the full amount and then they just won't turn up on the day. I wouldn't put it past them.
Last week I emailed this Daphne Hilsdon woman that Em kindly found for us several months ago, in connection with perhaps getting a customised coat (of semi historical fashion) made for me to wear. She took four days to respond, but I'm willing to let that slide in light of the florists' performance. What really gets me though is that her reply email reveals that she lives in West Somerset. SOMERSET! It's a good thing I didn't try calling her on the 01296 number that's listed on her website then! Not to mention the address of Winslow High Street listed beneath said telephone number. For fuck's sake...
Argh. I could go into other things, but it's already 9:30 and I should really stop there and actually start work now...
I can explain the email bit- she is an older lady, and I don't think she uses the internet an awful lot - she did mention to me that she's slow to answer emails. The living in Somerset I was NOT aware of, far as I knew she lived in winslow too.
If you want me to, I can drive to leighton buzzard and harrass the florist for you, I can even drag Stu with me as a co-harrasser- there's nothing like cross people in your shop to spur you into action, believe me. If someone comes into the art shop and yells at us we might hate their guts but their service from then on is perfect.
I don't know what to suggest with the caterers- I suppose this is the inevitable downside to holding the event in a posh venue...
I'm not really bothered by the email bit with the clothes woman. It was more that the surprising new location simply added bewilderment on top of the rest of the nonsense.
I can easily pester the florist myself over the phone. Just preferably not today...
As for the caterers...well, yeah.
If it were entirely up to me, I would probably say "You know what? Fuck it. We'll hold the ceremony in Wrest Park with just semi-immediate family and friends, do a bunch of pretty photos there, then bugger off to a pub/hall/house somewhere and get a nicer reception for cheaper."
Not necessarily. The only financial commitments made so far are to Wrest Park. However I'm not going to be swayed by the Sunk-Cost Fallacy in that regard.
If the caterers insist on being ridiculous (I will probably suggest letting Yasha's parents loose on them to see what they can come up with - rather than having me, who doesn't care about the food, or Yash, who is not fond of negotiating anything, responsible for it), then it's entirely feasible that the cost of going somewhere else for the reception could come to less than the total Zest Caterers bill for food/drink/etc. would be.