We went down to the wedding place this morning to scream, yell, cry, throw a tantrum, whatever to hopefully have them do something about the travesty that they made out of the wedding location. Anyway, we talk to one person and she sends us to another. When confronted with our complaint about lack of communication on such a major change, the second lady was all, well, most people don't use the decor in the room as a basis of their decorations. I was pretty much, "Bullshit, Bitch" about that obviously. John told her that he quite frankly didn't care what most people did. Anyway, she was heading off to get the General Manager.
As we were waiting for Mister Manager, the lady who actually is our coordinator for the event came in. I guess it was supposed to have been her day off, but she was there anyway. She came in saw us, asked what was wrong, and when we told her, she said, "what? I'll go get the stuff and do it myself. Don't worry about it, it's taken care of." End of problem.
/me breathes a sigh of relief.
From Mendy and me... CONGRATULATIONS! May you both have a long, wonderful, and prosperous life together... and, we'll see you next month!