I've started having wedding-related nightmares. I'd imagine these are the first of more than a few that I'll have due to stress over the next couple of months. The first one was a few nights ago. It involved me calling a place about renting their location only to be asked "What kind of car do you drive?" When I described my beat-up camero, they told me that it didn't sound like I had enough money to rent their place and that they didn't think they wanted to do business with me.
Last night was the second nightmare. Last night I dreamt that we actually found a place and they apparently didn't care at all about my car because they were going to just rent everything to us, no problem. Well, turns out there was a small problem. Apparently, the only money I had was a pocket full of horribly counterfeit $11 bills.
They looked exactly like this:
Who or what "Grover Boulevard" is, I have no idea. Needless to say, the fake moolah didn't cut it and we didn't get the place.
The sooner we find a place for real, the sooner I can move on to nightmares about caterers trying to kill me or cakes that mock my choice in tuxedos.