Happy Place
Ok people, I'm better now. Just had a crazy moment with the wedding back there. But luckily my sister and a couple of awesome friends came along. It felt very much like I was standing on the side of a bridge with them screaming for me not to jump.
So I'm not quite calm, but I'm in a better place. I don't know why I felt so alone and helpless. It's just been so long since I've leaned on anyone but JR that I forgot what girl friends are for.
Good news is the sleazy (I'll explain better in a minute) photographer backed out on me since I didn't send him the money right away. He was fairly nice about it but I mostly feel relief that I didn't have to say "no" to his face (I am chicken shit remember.) In fact I'm now in talks with a place that my gut tells me is the right choice.
They're about $700 cheaper and I think they're much more straight up with me. And the best part was they specifically said to ask questions and take some time to be sure I'm comfortable with them (I swear I heard angels singing.)
As for the "sleazy" photog... well today I found an old add of his in one of the Lansing Bride magazines creepy PA Randy gave me before I left. In it he offered a special price for weddings that was 1/3 of what he was charging me. On top of that at the bottom it said if you booked after January of this year the price would be full. Hmmm... odd that the FULL price was EXACTLY what he was charging me as his 62% discount. Fucking dirtbag!! God I wish I'd seen that ad last week. Anyway, lesson learned.
Another lesson learned is that although I had thought I didn't have a childhood "vision" for my wedding, I definitely have some strong opinions about what I DON'T like. So this should get interesting. And I'll really try to blog about things other than the wedding. Ten more months of this and you'll be as crazy as me ^_^*
So I'm not quite calm, but I'm in a better place. I don't know why I felt so alone and helpless. It's just been so long since I've leaned on anyone but JR that I forgot what girl friends are for.
Good news is the sleazy (I'll explain better in a minute) photographer backed out on me since I didn't send him the money right away. He was fairly nice about it but I mostly feel relief that I didn't have to say "no" to his face (I am chicken shit remember.) In fact I'm now in talks with a place that my gut tells me is the right choice.
They're about $700 cheaper and I think they're much more straight up with me. And the best part was they specifically said to ask questions and take some time to be sure I'm comfortable with them (I swear I heard angels singing.)
As for the "sleazy" photog... well today I found an old add of his in one of the Lansing Bride magazines creepy PA Randy gave me before I left. In it he offered a special price for weddings that was 1/3 of what he was charging me. On top of that at the bottom it said if you booked after January of this year the price would be full. Hmmm... odd that the FULL price was EXACTLY what he was charging me as his 62% discount. Fucking dirtbag!! God I wish I'd seen that ad last week. Anyway, lesson learned.
Another lesson learned is that although I had thought I didn't have a childhood "vision" for my wedding, I definitely have some strong opinions about what I DON'T like. So this should get interesting. And I'll really try to blog about things other than the wedding. Ten more months of this and you'll be as crazy as me ^_^*
posted by SassyJill at 8:43 PM
4 Comments:
I think there is still time to say "Fuck it" and run off to Vegas (before the honeymoon that is)...
Yay on the photog though! Did that letter you sent me help?
Wow, after reading your last couple of posts I can’t tell you how immensely happy I am that all that wedding crap is YEARS behind me now! LOL
Believe it or not, the photographer (a personal friend, which was a BIG mistake) at our wedding actually forgot to put film in the camera! Ack! Fortunately I have a few treasured photos taken by a friend.
Narrow miss on the photographer, Sassy. I'm glad he's out of the picture.
Sounds like you dodged a dirtbag salesman with the photographer. You got lucky, indeed.
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