During tomorrow's lunch break, Austin and I will meet with the nice-so-far lady at The Chattanoogan to sign the contract for our reception.
And we get to give her a sizeable check. (It's all so you can eat, drink and be merry while celebrating our love).
If you're lucky, the details of such will be shared then.
However, visuals are important. And I may have gotten a fingerprint on my camera's lens during the Seaside stay in September. And Austin may have opted to not buy me lens cleaning paper on our last jaunt to the capitalistic mecca.
So, really. It's his fault if Panda Club sucks.
See, I already have a good handle on the dynamics of marriage.
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the chattanoogan! fancy!
so whenever you figure out how to take a goddamn picture with whatever fucking device you find to do so....take one of your damn finger...the one with the ring on it. some of us who live on an island in the pacific haven't had the privelage of seeing said ring.
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