GAIA
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LOVE NOTES FROM GAIA
It`s me. GAIA, here. Betcha never thought you`d see an email from me, right? I got no choice. It appears that Greedygirl can`t tear herself from Joe and when I do get to speak with her, I can`t understand a single word. It just sounds like she has rocks in her mouth.
uke:
Since the blushing bride (yeah, I`m REAL sure she`s blushing! I don`t think she`s blushed since she lost her virginity at the age of 8!) can`t be bothered to get out of the bedroom and into the office, I figured I may as well take matters into my own hands. At least this way, things will get done and besides, I`m a better writer and so much more entertaining!
Today, I believe you`ll be very pleased with what I`m bestowing upon you: 5 Minute Boom or Bust! Because this is some sort of party or something, you`ll see my messages and gifts are going to be much nicer. I really do have a heart, you know.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST
As much as I`d like to shred that annoying Greedygirl into bird food for The Duck (where the hell has HE been lately and did he go to that blasted wedding?), she did leave some notes lying around about her wedding. I`ll post in the forum whatever small pieces won`t bore you into a coma. Should be a sentence or two.
Have a fantastic week, blah, blah, blah, whatever nonsense Greedygirl says.uke:
GAIA
CRAP GREEDYGIRL WROTE, PART I OF GOD-KNOWS HOW MANY
Plain and simple: Joe and I had the wedding day we’d been dreaming of. We agreed early on that we didn’t want a big wedding—what was most important was to invite the people in our lives that meant the most to us.
It had to be casual and fun—something reflective of our personalities. Nothing stuffy…no banquet rubber chicken…no wedding hall/hotel ballroom stuff. Nope. This had to be DIFFERENT!
The real difficulty from the get-go was the fact that my closest friends are either back in Los Angeles or are scattered throughout Europe and Canada…and points beyond. Joe’s family (for the most part) is based here in El Paso. We knew that getting my friends to come to El Paso from all over the world was going to be a tough sell. How could we do this?
BRAINSTORM! Vegas! It’s easy to get to and most of my closest industry friends would be in Vegas for the Global Gaming Expo, held in late September! BIGGER BRAINSTORM!!! Why not merge the wedding in with my annual Dive Casino Crawl that I throw every year? Yeah!!! That’s IT!
Initially, it sounded so easy. After all, I’d already done the Crawl for the past five years. How much harder could it be to toss in a wedding?
#%@*ing harder than I ever could have dreamt. That’s how much harder.
Straight off the bat, we were facing a couple of very big issues: First, the Crawl is always held on a Wednesday. Is it fair to ask folks coming from around the world to spend extra money on hotels so we could have a typical weekend wedding? Next, WHERE would we have the ceremony and how do we piece things together?
I’m one of those ‘Rebecca Sunshine’ people who pretty much motor through life believing things will sort out. Sure, it would be a lot of work, but we can do it! Joe suggested we hire a planner. I guffawed. Why on earth should we spend thousands of dollars to have someone do what I CLEARLY can do?!?!? Nope. Nix the planner idea!
In my own head, I realized that this was going to likely be a nightmare to figure out and piece together, but I love stuff like this—particularly when everything comes together just as I envision things.
The first order of business was to drive off to Vegas (twelve hours from El Paso! HUGE mistake!), meet my best friend (from Los Angeles) and find a location to have the ceremony. Great idea, however, I hadn’t seen my best friend in months and in Vegas, the two of us are seemingly focused on two things…gambling and drinking. Of course, we did plenty of driving around, brainstorming and scouting locations for the ceremony and the ever-important dive casinos. Because we had to ensure each dive casino was just right, we HAD to test each one out. So, we saw plenty of dive casinos, but had yet to find a suitable wedding venue.
While driving around, I came up with the idea to have the wedding at Encore, right outside where the bus would be stationed. I could see it in my head—tons of flowers on the curb, right next to the bus. Five minute ceremony…deal is done…off for the Crawl!
Encore said no. Emphatically. Not to miss a chance at grabbing at my wallet, the hotel swiftly put me in touch with a representative of their Wedding Salon, who sent me a comprehensive email, complete with links to all of their wedding services. It was truly lovely. IF I wanted to spend $30k on JUST the ceremony!
So it was back to hunting down a ceremony site. We drove past a really pretty park, not far from Encore. Both my best friend and I thought this place could be a contender! Until later that evening, when from the hotel, we Googled park information. Apparently, during the day, gangs are quite a problem at that park. Ugh.
The next morning, we were at it again. As we were driving down Las Vegas Boulevard, we passed the iconic Vegas sign. Woo-hoo! That’s it! We’d found our wedding site! My bestie told me not to worry about a thing—she’d call the Chamber of Whatever, first thing Monday and reserve the site. I love my best friend!
And with that, we proceeded to gamble and drink…
Once I returned home, I was thrilled knowing we sort of had a plan in place. I anxiously awaited the phone call from my bestie, telling me things with the Vegas sign site were sorted. That excited anxiousness turned to good old-fashioned anxiety when she told me that not only could the Vegas sign NOT be reserved, there was no realistic way we could both park a massive vehicle there or have a crowd of people huddled around.
Holy $%@&!!! NOW WHAT?!?!?!?
How do I tell Joe that A) we didn’t get the Vegas sign for the venue, B) there’s NO Plan B and C) now I have to go back to Vegas?!?!? Oy vey.
After hemming and hawing around, I finally got to the point and told Joe that I screwed up…and needed to go back. This time I’d fly—spend only ONE day in Vegas and fly straight back home. Promise! As Joe rolled his eyes and handed me a credit card for my flight, he told me to stay in Vegas two nights—and this time, get EVERYTHING handled. He insisted this time, no best friend and I was not to come home without having a venue for the ceremony, a sorted plan for the wedding lunch and the wedding cake ordered. “Sure thing,” I said. “I got this covered!” And with that, Joe rolled his eyes again.
MORE OF GREEDY'S WEDDING CRAP, TOMORROW. IF YOU CAN STOMACH IT!
It`s me. GAIA, here. Betcha never thought you`d see an email from me, right? I got no choice. It appears that Greedygirl can`t tear herself from Joe and when I do get to speak with her, I can`t understand a single word. It just sounds like she has rocks in her mouth.
uke:Since the blushing bride (yeah, I`m REAL sure she`s blushing! I don`t think she`s blushed since she lost her virginity at the age of 8!) can`t be bothered to get out of the bedroom and into the office, I figured I may as well take matters into my own hands. At least this way, things will get done and besides, I`m a better writer and so much more entertaining!
Today, I believe you`ll be very pleased with what I`m bestowing upon you: 5 Minute Boom or Bust! Because this is some sort of party or something, you`ll see my messages and gifts are going to be much nicer. I really do have a heart, you know.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST
As much as I`d like to shred that annoying Greedygirl into bird food for The Duck (where the hell has HE been lately and did he go to that blasted wedding?), she did leave some notes lying around about her wedding. I`ll post in the forum whatever small pieces won`t bore you into a coma. Should be a sentence or two.
Have a fantastic week, blah, blah, blah, whatever nonsense Greedygirl says.
uke:GAIA
CRAP GREEDYGIRL WROTE, PART I OF GOD-KNOWS HOW MANY
Plain and simple: Joe and I had the wedding day we’d been dreaming of. We agreed early on that we didn’t want a big wedding—what was most important was to invite the people in our lives that meant the most to us.
It had to be casual and fun—something reflective of our personalities. Nothing stuffy…no banquet rubber chicken…no wedding hall/hotel ballroom stuff. Nope. This had to be DIFFERENT!
The real difficulty from the get-go was the fact that my closest friends are either back in Los Angeles or are scattered throughout Europe and Canada…and points beyond. Joe’s family (for the most part) is based here in El Paso. We knew that getting my friends to come to El Paso from all over the world was going to be a tough sell. How could we do this?
BRAINSTORM! Vegas! It’s easy to get to and most of my closest industry friends would be in Vegas for the Global Gaming Expo, held in late September! BIGGER BRAINSTORM!!! Why not merge the wedding in with my annual Dive Casino Crawl that I throw every year? Yeah!!! That’s IT!
Initially, it sounded so easy. After all, I’d already done the Crawl for the past five years. How much harder could it be to toss in a wedding?
#%@*ing harder than I ever could have dreamt. That’s how much harder.
Straight off the bat, we were facing a couple of very big issues: First, the Crawl is always held on a Wednesday. Is it fair to ask folks coming from around the world to spend extra money on hotels so we could have a typical weekend wedding? Next, WHERE would we have the ceremony and how do we piece things together?
I’m one of those ‘Rebecca Sunshine’ people who pretty much motor through life believing things will sort out. Sure, it would be a lot of work, but we can do it! Joe suggested we hire a planner. I guffawed. Why on earth should we spend thousands of dollars to have someone do what I CLEARLY can do?!?!? Nope. Nix the planner idea!
In my own head, I realized that this was going to likely be a nightmare to figure out and piece together, but I love stuff like this—particularly when everything comes together just as I envision things.
The first order of business was to drive off to Vegas (twelve hours from El Paso! HUGE mistake!), meet my best friend (from Los Angeles) and find a location to have the ceremony. Great idea, however, I hadn’t seen my best friend in months and in Vegas, the two of us are seemingly focused on two things…gambling and drinking. Of course, we did plenty of driving around, brainstorming and scouting locations for the ceremony and the ever-important dive casinos. Because we had to ensure each dive casino was just right, we HAD to test each one out. So, we saw plenty of dive casinos, but had yet to find a suitable wedding venue.
While driving around, I came up with the idea to have the wedding at Encore, right outside where the bus would be stationed. I could see it in my head—tons of flowers on the curb, right next to the bus. Five minute ceremony…deal is done…off for the Crawl!
Encore said no. Emphatically. Not to miss a chance at grabbing at my wallet, the hotel swiftly put me in touch with a representative of their Wedding Salon, who sent me a comprehensive email, complete with links to all of their wedding services. It was truly lovely. IF I wanted to spend $30k on JUST the ceremony!
So it was back to hunting down a ceremony site. We drove past a really pretty park, not far from Encore. Both my best friend and I thought this place could be a contender! Until later that evening, when from the hotel, we Googled park information. Apparently, during the day, gangs are quite a problem at that park. Ugh.
The next morning, we were at it again. As we were driving down Las Vegas Boulevard, we passed the iconic Vegas sign. Woo-hoo! That’s it! We’d found our wedding site! My bestie told me not to worry about a thing—she’d call the Chamber of Whatever, first thing Monday and reserve the site. I love my best friend!
And with that, we proceeded to gamble and drink…
Once I returned home, I was thrilled knowing we sort of had a plan in place. I anxiously awaited the phone call from my bestie, telling me things with the Vegas sign site were sorted. That excited anxiousness turned to good old-fashioned anxiety when she told me that not only could the Vegas sign NOT be reserved, there was no realistic way we could both park a massive vehicle there or have a crowd of people huddled around.
Holy $%@&!!! NOW WHAT?!?!?!?
How do I tell Joe that A) we didn’t get the Vegas sign for the venue, B) there’s NO Plan B and C) now I have to go back to Vegas?!?!? Oy vey.
After hemming and hawing around, I finally got to the point and told Joe that I screwed up…and needed to go back. This time I’d fly—spend only ONE day in Vegas and fly straight back home. Promise! As Joe rolled his eyes and handed me a credit card for my flight, he told me to stay in Vegas two nights—and this time, get EVERYTHING handled. He insisted this time, no best friend and I was not to come home without having a venue for the ceremony, a sorted plan for the wedding lunch and the wedding cake ordered. “Sure thing,” I said. “I got this covered!” And with that, Joe rolled his eyes again.
MORE OF GREEDY'S WEDDING CRAP, TOMORROW. IF YOU CAN STOMACH IT!
