Monday, July 7, 2008

Just a Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down

Officially six months since the engagement. And not a venue in sight.

I decided to bite the bullet and look at hotels for wedding venues (i.e., what my parents want; not what I want).*

Spoonful of sugar = shutting my parents up.

Medicine = hotel wedding.

Apparently, in every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. If I just FIND THE FUN, then *snap*, the job's a game. I'm going to find the fun. Be back soon.

*As an aside, I feel inclined to note that my parents are OBSESSED with the Marriott. I have no idea why. Not to say Marriott isn't nice. But it's odd. And all types of Marriott - Marriott Courtyard, Marriott Renaissance, you name it. Odd. And annoying when trying to plan a wedding. (e.g., "Mom, I found this hotel for our guests to stay in!" [pause] "Is it a Marriott?")


Anonymous said...

I just found this and have to comment - my future in-laws are also obsessed with the Marriott and it was a huge fight to not hold our wedding there. I love your blog - it encompasses so many of my exact feelings about this whole process.

Anonymous said...

I just have to post a fangirl comment because your blog is pretty much exactly how I feel. I found it tonight when, in a moment of crisis, I Googled "I hate wedding planning." I, too, share your like/hate relationship with the wedding and have a terrific Mr. F who would prefer to elope. As I write this, I am just shy of 8 months engaged, and have burned through my own Plans A-D with nothing yet booked. Anyway, thank you for being my funnier twin and providing some comic relief. I now have some faith that I'll get there eventually.