Just to preface the rambling rant that will inevitably follow, please know that I currently welcome patronizing head taps and/or sympatheric glances. All I want right now it to have someone say "No, Munchkin, you aren't overreacting. You aren't a bridezilla." If you disagree, kindly until Wed to flame me. I just can't take it tonight.
We will be having about 220 guests. I have quite literally been working on the seating arrangement for a month. I have fiddled, faddled and tinkered for weeks. I have honored every single "Hey can I sit with...request." I have the younger people closer to the band, the older relatives a bit further away from the noise. I have the drinkers near the bar and the VERY pregnant person near an easy exit.
I brought a final draft to my parents for review. My Dad changed some of his friends around a bit. It wasn't a big deal since all the swaps were equal numbers. I showed my mom the final final draft and she said "Oh....why isn't K sitting with her mother?" (Mind you, K is in her 40s and is seated with her own cousins, so I didn't see why it would be an issue.) "Ummm, because the numbers didn't work that way." "Well, she passes out when she gets stressed." Now, I know this is a spot I could definitely be considered bridezilla, but I was annoyed. I said "Mom, she is an adult. She is seated at the next table over to her mother with her (K's)own cousins. If she can't handle the environment, why is she flying over 6 states to attend the wedding of someone she hasn't seen in over 10 years?"
I know... b----y of me, but it came at the end of a long day.
I sent a final final draft to FI. It turns our that 5 people who never RSVPed are now coming. (RSVP date was a week and a half ago.) So he "worked on the seating arrangement all day" and he "fixed it." He states that there is now one table of seven. I asked if he added a table as the centerpieces are not cheap. "No, I was able to make up for it with the tables of 11."
11?
11?
We have rounds made for 10 people. Depending on a person's size, even that can feel tight. Plus, our site coordinator specifically mentioned at our tasting that 10 was the max they would allow at tables. He switched the seating all around into a formation we simply can't do.
My mother mentioned that she doesn't like the "side" of the ballroom she is on. That FI and I are on the "fun" side of the ballroom. She mentioned this 3 times today. Picture a line dividing a ballroom down the middle. My table is immediately to the right of said line and hers is next to us, immediately to the left of said line. Are you kidding? There are two tables at the head of the dance floor - my parents and mine, right next to each other. Apparently she got tired of simply complaining and asked if we could switch. I had done it that way become it worked out that some of the wedding party and their dates could sit on our other side and we could be close.
Now, I don't give a crap if she wants to switch...but I am frustrated that something so insignificant has come up. I truly don't think her being seating 3 feet to my left will ruin the night. The wedding is 18 days away and too many cooks are still working on a big ol' pot of soup I've worked on for two years. I am tired of changing things to meet the requests of others. I am tired of people nit-picking things that they won't even remember by midnight on the wedding day. I wish this stupid seating chart could just be finished so we could all relax and just enjoy the next few weeks. I wish everyone involved in the planning would realize that it is ok if an ivory napkin accidently gets mixed in the white ones. I wish people would just relax, let the planning be done and let the day unfold as it will.
Vent over.
Thanks for listening.
We will be having about 220 guests. I have quite literally been working on the seating arrangement for a month. I have fiddled, faddled and tinkered for weeks. I have honored every single "Hey can I sit with...request." I have the younger people closer to the band, the older relatives a bit further away from the noise. I have the drinkers near the bar and the VERY pregnant person near an easy exit.
I brought a final draft to my parents for review. My Dad changed some of his friends around a bit. It wasn't a big deal since all the swaps were equal numbers. I showed my mom the final final draft and she said "Oh....why isn't K sitting with her mother?" (Mind you, K is in her 40s and is seated with her own cousins, so I didn't see why it would be an issue.) "Ummm, because the numbers didn't work that way." "Well, she passes out when she gets stressed." Now, I know this is a spot I could definitely be considered bridezilla, but I was annoyed. I said "Mom, she is an adult. She is seated at the next table over to her mother with her (K's)own cousins. If she can't handle the environment, why is she flying over 6 states to attend the wedding of someone she hasn't seen in over 10 years?"
I know... b----y of me, but it came at the end of a long day.
I sent a final final draft to FI. It turns our that 5 people who never RSVPed are now coming. (RSVP date was a week and a half ago.) So he "worked on the seating arrangement all day" and he "fixed it." He states that there is now one table of seven. I asked if he added a table as the centerpieces are not cheap. "No, I was able to make up for it with the tables of 11."
11?
11?
We have rounds made for 10 people. Depending on a person's size, even that can feel tight. Plus, our site coordinator specifically mentioned at our tasting that 10 was the max they would allow at tables. He switched the seating all around into a formation we simply can't do.
My mother mentioned that she doesn't like the "side" of the ballroom she is on. That FI and I are on the "fun" side of the ballroom. She mentioned this 3 times today. Picture a line dividing a ballroom down the middle. My table is immediately to the right of said line and hers is next to us, immediately to the left of said line. Are you kidding? There are two tables at the head of the dance floor - my parents and mine, right next to each other. Apparently she got tired of simply complaining and asked if we could switch. I had done it that way become it worked out that some of the wedding party and their dates could sit on our other side and we could be close.
Now, I don't give a crap if she wants to switch...but I am frustrated that something so insignificant has come up. I truly don't think her being seating 3 feet to my left will ruin the night. The wedding is 18 days away and too many cooks are still working on a big ol' pot of soup I've worked on for two years. I am tired of changing things to meet the requests of others. I am tired of people nit-picking things that they won't even remember by midnight on the wedding day. I wish this stupid seating chart could just be finished so we could all relax and just enjoy the next few weeks. I wish everyone involved in the planning would realize that it is ok if an ivory napkin accidently gets mixed in the white ones. I wish people would just relax, let the planning be done and let the day unfold as it will.
Vent over.
Thanks for listening.
Just do what you want and let the chips fall where they may. And take a nice hot bath and chill out. If you follow Surfgirl''s foolproof plan of not asking anyone else their opinions, you will be a happier camper! Promise.
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