Highway to Happiness: And Then the Chaos

Wedding Recaps

It seemed like everyone who was involved in either wedding arrived at the hotel in one great mass and immediately mobbed the front desk. Whatever energy I’d had that morning was suddenly zapped and I would have loved nothing more than to retreat to our room until the rehearsal, but that was just not to be: there were decorations to send off in every direction, food to get into the kitchen, and people to corral. Somehow, despite the lists and tags on everything, and the fact that our DoC was supposed to be directing this traffic, all eyes were still on me and I just wanted this stuff out of my hands.

While we were waiting for extra staff to come out and get things (though never more than one seemed to be available at any given moment…) it was decided that anything for the ceremony would get placed into their storage room (which was being inventoried at that moment, so it really meant that everything sat in the hallway), and that reception goods would go up to the Owl’s Nest. My brothers ended up carrying the cupcakes into the kitchen with instructions (per Lucy & Leo’s) not to refrigerate them, only to have Dr. Aunt track me down shortly thereafter telling me that the powers that be had decided that no-fridge obviously meant the cupcakes could sit on the counter in front of the open convection oven.

And, yep, they were still there when I stuck my head inside the kitchen to see if they’d been moved (I couldn’t find anyone in charge at that moment–everyone seemed to have disappeared).

But in the midst of all of this, on one of many trips to bring decorations into the lobby, I saw a gentleman walk by in a kitchen whites so I flagged him down to ask if he was, in fact, the new chef.

Of all the chefs in the area, and in the 10+ years I’ve been out of the local hospitality scene, I did not expect to have someone I knew from 20 years ago standing in front of me. But there he was.

On the one hand this was a good thing. I’ve eaten Chef G’s food before and it’s been fabulous, so I wasn’t worried about that so much. (But knowing who I was dealing with, I was no longer surprised that he didn’t call with any questions.) We had a nice chat about the reception where he assured me that he would be taking care of my food personally and that I had nothing to worry about, but just as I turned to head back out to our group he asked the DoC (who’d walked up during the conversation), “Is this one plated or buffet?”

DoC: This one is plated.
Chef G: So the quiche and the steak, they’re going on the same plate?
Miss RT: They’re separate courses.
Chef G: Oh–

So I started to run down the menu to confirm we’re all on the same page. I get to the third course and–

Chef G: You know, I was wondering what the vegetable for that plate was supposed to be…. (looks at his watch) I’ll have to put in a rush order for eggplant tonight, but it’s okay, we’ve got time.

And that’s when I checked out. By that single statement I realized that there wasn’t a prayer’s chance in hell this wedding was going to go as planned, so I just let go of all of my expectations. After all, things were literally out of my hands at that point, so I had two choices: stress and fret or go along for the ride. There was no time to dwell too long, though, as we just barely had enough time to drive down to our cottage and unpack the rest of the stuff from the cars and freshen up before the rehearsal began.

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Highway to Happiness: A Moment of Calm

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Friday morning arrived with grey-tinged clouds overhead, but there was nothing we could do but hope whatever it was moved on quickly.

And speaking of getting a move on, I had a cake to frost and then some pampering to get to!

This was one of those times I thought it would be a bit of a downer to have skipped having bridesmaids. I had opened the door to having others join me for my mani/pedi appointment but everyone was either already occupied or already had their own appointments made. Turned out that the alone time was a blessing, not a curse, and that I enjoyed not feeling like I had to constantly answer questions about the wedding or anything else aside from what color I wanted on my fingers and toes, and what I wanted to drink.

I decided to keep things simple and just went for a soft pink polish. | All pictures by Pink Shutterbug Photography (but cropped by me)

I decided to keep things simple and just went for a soft pink polish. | All pictures by Pink Shutterbug Photography (but cropped by me)

I had opted for gel-polish nails for the wedding and, on the recommendation of Mrs. Bicycle, went to one of her favorite local salons: Royal Nails. They’ve got quite a nice set-up and the gel polish really does look nice once it’s finished. I’d done a trial-run two weeks before and I’m so glad I did as it had the added benefit of keeping my nails from breaking right before the wedding.

Before heading home it was time to pick up our delectable cupcakes from Lucy & Leo’s. I think ours was the only order not decorated in FSU’s Garnet & Gold and every flat surface in the shop was covered in pre-orders for folks celebrating the big FSU vs. Miami game on Saturday; I was never so happy to be getting out of town on a game weekend as I was today!

Roadie's keepsake box, finished in the nick of time!

Roadie’s keepsake box, finished in the nick of time!

And what was Roadie doing while I was enjoying a bit of peace and quiet? Finishing his project list by putting together the box for the handfasting cord!

He’d run into a couple of snags (and a lot of delays–mostly in the form of late hours at work–but also finding out that the stain+polyurethane products do not make life easier) so this project came right down to the wire. Roadie’s also a bit of a perfectionist and has said more than once he can see the flaws in it and wants to remake it, but I think it’s fabulous (but, then, I’m obviously biased, and was just thrilled it gone done in time). He also realized he didn’t own a brown belt and thought he’d need one (spoiler: he didn’t, but he has one now!), so he ran out for that last errand while I played a bit of Trunk Tetris to get as much of the decorations and supplies loaded up. Everything but the aisle decorations and dessert stands fit into my car, so mission: accomplished!

The goal was for our little convoy of two to leave no later than 2pm, putting us at the venue at 3pm–an hour should be enough to unload the supplies and settle into our room before the rehearsal at 4 o’clock, right?

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Highway to Happiness: Baking and Bride-Napping

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My wedding leave started 2 days before the event, on Halloween. As much as we really do love Halloween, I opted not to don a costume simply to spend the day baking goodies for the reception.

In addition to the cupcakes we ordered from Lucy & Leo’s, I decided to make brownies, lemon bars, a pound cake, and an orange cake to round out the dessert options–a little something for everyone. This may not have been everyone’s ideal way of relaxing before the big day, but the hours of methodical mixing and baking and cooling and packaging was quite soothing.

Photo by Pink Shutterbug Photography

Photo by Pink Shutterbug Photography

Mama Leadfoot called shortly after 5pm with a surprise: Dr Aunt and Brother Speedy–not expected in until the next day–drove up a day early (apparently Mama whined a bit about the lack of visiting time their original itinerary afforded) and were ready to head out for supper. Was I game?

Roadie and I had planned to go out that night anyway, but Roadie had to work that day, then pick up his suit on the way home (I’d hoped he’d get to it sooner, just in case something didn’t fit, but that’s not how his schedule played out). When I couldn’t get him on his cell phone the jokes started: “He’s making a run for it!” and the like. Gee, thanks, loving family. But after several calls and my family showing up at my house, the decision was made to kidnap me and hope that Roadie would meet-up with us as soon as he could.

I don’t think any of us expected the restaurant to be as busy as it was, but having the waitstaff in costume was interesting (one person was dressed as Ted, which was a little odd). Our waiter was one of the guys from Anchorman (not my type of humor, so I couldn’t tell you who he was really supposed to be) and then to have them doing their dance-break per the usual–well, hey, dinner and a show, right?

(Commentary supplied mainly by me & Brother Truck–pardon my somewhat maniacal laugh at the mid-point)

Roadie showed up just as our food was being served, so pretty perfect timing there, and at some point it just hit me: Here we all were. It could have been any day, any reason, but this time it was because of Roadie and I. Soon we’d be surrounded by even more family, and then by our friends, and it was all because we met in a chat room one night, decided to meet in person, and followed the road from there wherever it took us. I got a little misty-eyed, even.

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And then Mama started pelting the opposite side of the table with peanuts. My family isn’t known for prolonged sentimentality, so this was perfectly par for the course!

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*Dishing the Dirt on the Venue
*Baking and Bride-Napping

Honey Lake Plantation Review

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We had a total of three vendors for our wedding: the cupcake shop, the photographer, and our venue. While I’ll wait until the end to review the other two, I wanted to get the venue review out of the way, clear the air so to speak, before we get into recapping the wedding itself. Both to avoid ending on a negative note and to state the issues we faced so that it doesn’t seem like I’m harping in the venue every. damn. post.

Those high-top tables were supposed to have chocolate-brown sashes on them. And when I mentioned the lack to the DoC she actually said 'This is what happens when you trust someone else to do it.' Preaching to the chior, sister ;-)

Those high-top tables were supposed to have chocolate-brown sashes on them. And when I mentioned the lack to the DoC she actually said ‘This is what happens when you trust someone else to do it.’ Preaching to the chior, sister 😉 | all photos by Pink Shutterbug Photography

Honey Lake Plantation is a beautiful venue, and that alone may be enough to ignore all the rest. But in my opinion, they have a ways to come before they round out the management and communication issues that were the root of the negatives we experienced.

Take, for instance, 6 months prior to the wedding: I emailed our DoC, an HLP employee, and had my email bounce-back. I tried the main weddings@ address from their website, and that bounced-back as well! Then it took a couple days of calling and leaving messages before I finally found out that the planner we’d signed with the previous year had opted not to return from medical leave. Which, hey, more power to her, but the venue could have made a point to contact her clients so we wouldn’t have this momentary panic when it was time to schedule our first planning meeting.

Our Unity Pour supplies sitting on a little end table, waiting for a high-top table to free-up because they over-committed their supplies.

Our Unity Pour supplies sitting on a little end table, waiting for a high-top table to free up because they over-committed their supplies.

Of course, what we didn’t know at the time was that no one had a way to access the previous planners emails. We found that out while in the meeting with the new planner, Stephanie, who had nothing to work from other than the 2 page contract–not even the proposal that contract was based on.

But the real chaos started 4 days before the wedding. We’d done our one-week-out planning session over the phone as Stephanie was still on maternity leave (only to have her head to the office, anyway, but leave my file at home) to go over the day’s schedule and all. The Tuesday before the wedding I’d emailed her to add one thing to the schedule and ask at what time the decision would be made to use the rain plan, as the forecast was still pretty iffy for the wedding day. Her reply didn’t actually answer my question, but it did offer these three tidbits of information:

  1. Our rain plan cocktail location had been changed from the White Ballroom to the Lakeside Pavilion, on the other side of the property! Now, that’s rather unfortunate, especially for the timeline, but there wasn’t much we could do about it since…
  2. The other wedding scheduled that day? It was at the same time as ours and they had the run of the inside of the Gathering Hall, while our event was 2/3 outside of it. Now, this really pissed me off because we were assured that while there might be another event that day, it would not be at the same time. And the fact that their ceremony was taking place inside the church (our guaranteed-by-paying-a-higher-rental-fee back-up in case of bad weather) meant that the other guests would have to walk clear around our event and enter through the side or rear of the Gathering Hall–not exactly great for them, either. But that was almost small potatoes compared to the little bomb she dropped on me next!
  3. Chef Bill had left. The chef we’d worked so carefully with to ensure the meal would accommodate my food intolerances without sacrificing the enjoyment of our guests was gone and it was iffy on whether he’d left any notes about our menu or not. While I was urged repeatedly not to panic (seriously?!), it was pretty much a clutch-your-pearls anxiety session for that first afternoon. Three calls from the DoC later and I’d found a ‘whatever happens, happens’ attitude from somewhere and continued on.
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Our view from the front porch of our cottage. I had really wanted to be able to greet our guests as they arrived but since our transportation was late, we missed the first part of our cocktail hour.

The wedding itself was everything we needed it to be, but not without some trying moments courtesy of the venue’s staff. No one gave any thought to making sure the tables outside were level before setting glassware on them. Only to have them fall off and break (twice!) before they realized gravity and slope were not on their side and fixed the issue. There was a communication issue with the transportation that was supposed to bring us to the pre-cermony Cocktail Hour, the planning I did to ensure the music cues were correctly timed were all for naught, and we ended up being rushed to start the ceremony so early that I think my best friend (who couldn’t make it to cocktail hour) might have actually missed most of it.

Yes, that would be a DoC photobombing some of the ceremony pictures as she walked around the porch behind us.

Yes, that would be a DoC photobombing some of the ceremony pictures as she walked around the porch behind us.

As for the reception, having two weddings going on at the same time stretched their staff too thin and there were considerable gaps between courses, not to mention some strange inability to divide the quiches into 24 equal portions–one half of the room received generous slices while the other half received only half as much (this was something pointed out by Mama Leadfoot, so yes: the guests noticed). And it was just was well one of the things I decided not to do that final week was print menus: they wouldn’t have matched what was served, anyway! And the room set-up, while what we’d agreed upon, left barely enough room for our guests to side on either side of the ‘U’, much less move around comfortably; had they set-up the tables when I originally asked if there’d be enough space or even done a to-scale diagram, I think the issue would have been caught and we could have made for a longer, more narrow U-shape and given everyone more room both behind as well as to either side of each place.

Another one of those small, twitchy details: the napkins are folded wrong. Not a big deal if it'd been the only oops, but it was discussed multiple times and included in the written set-up instructions I provided with the decorations.

Another one of those small, twitchy details: the napkins are folded wrong. Not a big deal if it’d been the only oops, but it was discussed multiple times and included in the written set-up instructions I provided with the decorations.

In the end, the planner offered to comp the beer service (i.e. the only thing we hadn’t pre-paid) to try to make up for the multitude of event sins that had been committed. Then we came back from the honeymoon to find they’d billed me for an extra night’s lodging, claiming that someone else’s room had been attached to my reservation. It took 3 calls over almost a week to get them to finally reverse the erroneous charge.

Was our wedding a blast? Yes–because of the people we shared it with, not necessarily the actions of the venue. Is it a great location with a ton of potential? Absolutely. Would I recommend them to other North Florida brides? Only with caution. (Or, as the lovely Mrs. Turkey would put it: Recommend with Reservations) I can only hope they learned that they are not ready to take on two weddings in such close proximity at the same time and that they’ll be more cautious with their bookings in the future. A lot of the frustration we felt could have been alleviated with better systems in place on the managerial side to ensure consistency regardless of any staffing changes and a more thorough vetting of their own theories as to how their event spaces work.

And with that  now out of the way, the Road Trip recaps can finally begin!

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Wine, Women, and Sushi

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While I wasn’t expecting (or wanting) a lot of fuss when it came to pre-wedding events and I declined a shower that Friend-ficiant L offered to host, we did agree that a low-key girls night could definitely be fun. Since I’m not really into bar hopping, and about half of my female friends don’t drink, we decided that even a wine bar might be too limiting. Add that to the fact that I like parties with at least some sort of planned activity, and we decided (much like Mrs. Panda) that pottery painting followed by a nice dinner would be just the thing.

Friend-ficiant L arranged for us to meet at Firefly Pottery after work a week and a day before the wedding–cutting it a little close, time-wise, but that’s just how the schedule worked out–and we ended up taking over the unoccupied space that is a paint-and-sip studio next door (which was nice, because there was a kids birthday party going on in the main room). She absolutely forbade me from helping (which felt so odd, I’m so used to being on the hosting side, not the guest-of-honor) and brought in snacks, wine, and sparkling grape juice so everyone would have something to choose from. You’ll have to take my word for it, though–no one thought to get a picture of it!

We did manage to get a few cellphone pics of the evening, though. Clockwise from upper left: the group of us, Friendficiant L working on a Day of the Dead-inspired skull, Guest S two-fisting her brushes, my beachy margarita glass (all photos personal)

We did manage to get a few cellphone pics of the rest of the evening, though. Clockwise from upper left: the group of us, Friend-ficiant L working on a Day of the Dead-inspired skull, Guest S two-fisting her brushes, my beachy margarita glass (all photos personal)

After a few hours of painting, it was time to trade our brushes in for chopsticks as we headed to a favorite sushi spot nearby: Kiku.

a little blurry, but you get the idea

a bit blurry, but you get the idea

There’s not really a whole lot to say about dinner: it was fabulous, as usual–we end up there at least once a month, it seems–and the conversation flowed without a hitch for the entire evening. What I liked best about this night was that it could almost be any other night out with friends–no pressure, no fanfare, me getting married was just a good excuse for us to hang out and have fun.

Friend-ficiant L prefers to be *behind* the camera but I insisted we get at least one together before the night was over.

Friend-ficiant L prefers to be *behind* the camera whenever possible, but I insisted we get at least one shot together before the night was over.

And what was Roadie [’bout time I came up with something to call him, here, right?] up to that evening? He and Friend-ficiant L’s husband decided to have their own guys night of shooting and steaks. Would  you believe they were out later than we were?!