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.
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Sounds like your wedding planning is being taken over by thoughts of vanitydate.com: what kind of car do you drive, and such.
Awesome. : )
By the way, Penguino is catering the wedding.
I work at a piano sales and service store, and when new customers come in, it has been my job to scope out what kind of car they drive. I hate doing it, it just seems slimy for some reason.
Oh crap! My fears are true!
Yipes. We're gonna' end up with a drive-thru Vegas wedding catered by Carvel - provided by car holds up long enough to actually drive us thru.
Any by that broken link, I actually mean this: Carvel.
Oops.
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