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The Registry

February 26, 2012

I can completely visualize everything from moving around the world, to having kid(s), to getting old; all of that. But the hardest thing for me is to visualize what you’d like to have in your cupboards for the rest of your life. That’s kind of what a registry really is when you really get into it. Sure, getting married is all about planning your lives and minds around the idea of being a unit, but the registry is essentially the same thing in a shopping list format. I can’t describe how difficult it was for me to try and visualize whether I’ll be happy with a set of plates in 5 years much less 10, 20, 30 on up to the end of our lives. I can’t see how I’m going to end up dying as an old man, how can I possibly know what food processor I need?

These were a lot of the things knocking around in my head while Sylvia and I discussed the registry. Originally, it seemed like a fun thing where we could just pick a bunch of things out that seemed really cool and then we’d have cool stuff. Sylvia did a lot of reading regarding them and realized far earlier than I did that the registry is serious business. We tossed around the idea of where we should register and it was pretty early on that we decided that Amazon was a strong candidate. I mean, you can find anything on Amazon, which gives you a pretty wide net to play with. Sylvia found out that you could add things to an Amazon registry, even if it happened that they weren’t sold through Amazon to begin with. So, with Amazon, you can basically register for anything that’s sold on the Internet. Period.

This actually ended up being a big hindrance because when you have a pool of the sum total of anything, you have a really hard time settling on what to register for, much less which brand/model of whatever item you decide you want to register for. Sylvia and I get along really really well and we had a few arguments about a number of registry related items and just the purpose/concept of one to begin with. Originally I was looking at it as a wish list of things that would be great to have in a household, but her point was that it’s not just that; you’re registering for things that should last you years and years and not need to be replaced at the drop of a hat. You’re starting a life together for real as a unit, not just roomates. Any time I’ve looked a registry in the past for friends who have gotten married, I’ve never thought about it from that perspective and now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be so casual about it. Once I started descending down the rabbit hole of the importance of registering for the right items to last indefinitely and that we’d be happy with essentially till death, Amazon was just too much to handle. I recognize that this might sound a bit over the top, but if you search for a set of dishes or flatware on Amazon, come back in 30 minutes and tell me how you make out with that task.

After much strife and deliberation, Sylvia made the wonderful suggestion that we don’t just register with Amazon and try to find a physical store that people can walk into to shop. Something that’s common enough and that would potentially be able to accept international orders from any of the overseas folks who might want to get us stuff. That ended up being another (thankfully smaller) can of worms. We first thought of CB2, but there are only a handful of locations, then Crate and Barrel, but that got nixed because there just wasn’t enough there that we were looking for.  Then it was Macy’s, but they didn’t have any dishes that we liked so we were back to square one. Luckily, we had a lunch date scheduled with our friends Nora and Phil, who got married a couple of years ago and their suggestion was Bed Bath and Beyond. I had the next day off of work because of Presidents Day and we decided to head down there on a lark to check it out and maybe try registering.

It ended up being the best decision that we’d made in what felt like forever. Our assistant, Shannon, was super nice and helpful and awesome and was more than excited to go through any questions or wacky ideas that we had. We started with dishes just because we’d been so frustrated with that on Amazon/Internet searches and I learned that the reason that people get fancy china is because it’s super strong and durable. I was under the impression that the opposite was true just because so often you see super dainty and delicate looking fancy china. Being the pragmatic people that we are, we saw a set of basic white, square china that were the perfect balance of being fancy china as well as everyday and also much more affordable than the standard super fancy china with the gold or platinum banding or fancy patterns. Then she gave Sylvia a bar-code gun, I pulled out my list and the three of us started wandering the store asking questions and scanning things as we came to a consensus. Sylvia and I had a minor argument about two models of Kitchenaid mixers and Shannon was classy enough to not interfere until we’d cooled off a bit. We asked her how often do couples argue while registering and she laughed and mentioned that one guy actually left the store and went to the bar next door to wait till the lady was done. It’s uplifting when you can have a disagreement about something and then someone else tell you that you’re actually quite tame; you didn’t actually raise your voice and at least you didn’t bolt out of the store!

We wandered the aisles with the list to make sure that we’d at least seen something that we hadn’t registered for on Amazon or to see what alternatives Bed Bath and Beyond had and it ended up being a lot of fun. I’m still not sure what had happened to the time, but we ended up spending about two and a half hours in there before we’d finally exhausted our list and realized that we were beat and needed a meal. Shannon kept up with us the whole way like a champ and the advice that she had was more than helpful. Because the staff there aren’t paid on commission, there’s no incentive for them to try and up sell you on anything. Apparently they have a fantastic return policy as well, so it makes sense why they’re more interested in finding you the thing you need instead of something you might return. I got the manager’s info from Shannon because I was just so happy with how much she helped us and wanted to make sure that somebody knew about it. Then we were out of there for lunch and a nap.

The greatest thing about going to the physical store is that Sylvia and I managed to sort of ‘get’ the idea behind a lot of what to register for. When you’ve got flatware and dishes and a few big kitchen appliances out of the way, you’ve cleared enough of the cruft from something huge like Amazon that it becomes a better resource as opposed to a giant amorphous blob of oh-my-god-what-are-we-doing. With Amazon as a secondary registry, we were able to hone and fine tune that list as well. After a couple of days, we had basically most everything but a few additional big kitchen items figured out. I followed through on Nora’s additional suggestion of registering with America’s Test Kitchen and it was just helpful enough to narrow the last few things down, but if I had to do it again, I think I might have tried checking Consumer Reports as well. Regardless, with those last couple of items out of the way, Sylvia and I considered ourselves registered. I’m sure that there are other things that we might add in the next month or so, but right now, everything on the list (with the exception of this awesome thing) is stuff that fits in that balance of want/need. If anyone is getting married and needs advice, I can’t recommend Bed Bath and Beyond enough as a brick and mortar store and Amazon as a sort of catch all for extras that you don’t necessarily need to see like cookie sheets or spatulas. Or this cute little guy.

And in case any of you are interested, head on over to Bed Bath and Beyond or Amazon and judge us! Judge us. You can buy something too. That’d be grand.


The Wedding Expo

February 20, 2012

Not long after we got engaged, Sylvia started looking into wedding shows as a way to fish for ideas on elements that we hadn’t quite figured out. It made sense in a way really; if you needed ideas and there were a bunch of people standing around trying to sell you their services, you can get a better handle on what to expect or look for or maybe even seriously talk about hiring someone for something. However, we sort of managed to get most of the major elements figured out before any of them were even scheduled to happen. The first that we ended up actually attending was the Luxury Bridal Expo in Schaumburg a couple of weeks ago. We invited our good friends and fellow engaged couple, Dave and Amanda, to tag along since they were earlier in the planning stages and figured it would be a good idea to have some company. Also, the event was right next to IKEA and who can say no to those amazing meatballs? We all packed into the car and headed out to get some ideas and to “look at the freaks” as well.

After we parked, we walked toward the hotel it was being held in and there were a couple of companies outside showing off their crazy transport ideas. There was a party bus of some sort and one of the ridiculous stretch hummers that seem to be popping up more and more frequently. I started to get a bit nervous when I saw just how many people were milling around just in the check-in area as well as when I noticed that all of the brides were getting VIB stickers. When we made our way to the actual check in station, Dave and I were herded forward and away from Amanda and Sylvia so that they could sign in or something. I got kind of peeved because I know the thing had ‘bridal’ in the title of the show, but really? The grooms aren’t worth giving the time of day and you’re trying to separate us from our future spouses? Who does that? It was weird and it felt like we were being treated as second class just because we weren’t the brides. I get that it’s a special day for the bride and that most grooms might not care, but both Dave and I did care enough to show up and it didn’t feel right.

When we were all reunited a couple of minutes later, we were handed some weird bingo card thing and were told that if we could get at least 80% of the vendors to sign off on their respective squares, then we could get entered for a raffle for a huge honeymoon package or something. I dunno, it was never really made quite clear to me and that was fine because didn’t really matter. Dave and I were given the task to get the signatures and it was nice in a way because it did give us something to do, but it felt quite sinister at the same time. I wasn’t planning on talking to anyone at this thing and the sudden idea that I had to somehow interact with at least 35 or so vendors all for a signature just to enter a raffle was more pressure than I had expected going in. It was actually brilliant on the part of the expo people because it forces you to talk to everyone if you want a shot at a prize, but there were like 40 or so booths and a lot of overlap and multiple vendors for the same thing. After two DJs, the other four or five all looked the same to me. Same thing with photo booth companies. It was fun getting the signatures, but I quickly hit a point where I thought, “why am I talking to another photographer and making nice to get a signature when I booked mine a couple of months ago? Stop asking me if I want a videographer because we don’t want one.” We eventually wandered through most of the booths before the fashion show was supposed to start, so we wandered over that way to find somewhere to see what was going on. Yes, there was a fashion show.

The way they designed the space, there were far less seats than there were attendees and we ended up having to stand for the whole thing. While waiting for it to start, I realized just how fatigued I was by everything going on and how overwhelming it was to be approached by so many people trying to get you interested in spending a bunch of money for things we either already had booked up or just didn’t want/need in the first place. I also had a thought and started counting. I looked over and said, “Dave, do you realize that, in this room of several hundred people, we are two of about eleven men?” He had a good laugh about it and the girls did too when he passed the info on to them. It wasn’t until this point that I really understood that these things aren’t designed for grooms at all, which I think is a bit of a shame, but what the hell do I know anyway?

At this point, the fashion show started and I can’t really remember much other than making a bunch of snarky comments about dresses that weren’t attractive. One of the models was clearly  happy to be doing the show, but was trying so hard to not look so happy about it. Something about failing to keep a straight face while trying to model/sell wedding dresses just made me laugh so much. She ended up being my favorite and I thought of her as Queen Bride because that was totally the kind of vibe she was giving off while showing off whatever dress she was modeling. Anyway, the runway show ended and I we tried to really push through the last few booths that we needed signatures for because it was pretty clear that we were all done at that point. We were tired, hungry and fatigued from being assaulted by vendors to for a few hours.

It’s a grueling process to have so many people try to sell you something so hard for such a long time and it kind of hit a nerve with me at one point. A DJ was showing me their web site and how you could specify music that you didn’t want played and how you could use their database tool that was connected to iTunes to confirm what tracks they could either flag as must plays or don’t play and I just wanted to shake him and say, “Why should I pay you hundreds of dollars to make a playlist and do all of the work for you? Isn’t the whole point to give you minimal input and you just do it?!” I think that was when I really realized that I wasn’t having fun anymore.

We finally managed to make our way out around this point and enjoyed a fantastic afternoon at IKEA before heading home. It turned out that poor Amanda was far more overwhelmed than I was as she just not as interested in planning a wedding as Dave is. We all commiserated about it over lunch and blew off steam about it and had a good laugh. I can’t recall if I actually said it to Sylvia then or later that I had no interest in attending another one ever again.

I ended up bringing up the experience at work to a few co-workers (mostly female) over the next few days and everyone was shocked that I’d even gone. I think my favorite responses were, “oh god, why did you go?” and “you know those aren’t for guys right?” It was interesting how universal the confusion was on the part of my largely female group of co-workers.

Now with all of that adventure and overwhelming whatnot, you’d think that I’d actually stick to not going to another one, but I’m just not too smart sometimes. Sylvia reminded me a few days ago that Carnivale (our venue) was putting on another wedding show and she asked if I wanted to go. I actually did have an interest in going because I wanted to see the space again, as did Sylvia. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but just the two of us, somehow turned into her mom and dad tagging along, which actually sounded like fun.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, because while it was good to see the space again and to briefly chat with our contact at the venue, it was just as overwhelming to me as the Luxury Bridal Expo. The flow and variety of vendors was far far better, but I’m starting to think that I just don’t like the idea of so many people trying to sell me stuff. I think it’s because my dad has been a salesman his whole life and is actually good at it. To be in huge rooms with lots of people trying to be great salespeople, and a lot of them aren’t so great, it’s just kind of obnoxious and ends up being draining because I’m on the defensive the whole time. There were at least a few times at both shows where I would leave my work number if they asked for it or intentionally misspell my email address so that they wouldn’t have such an easy way to get a hold of me.

The one thing that was really great about the experience was going with her parents because it was good to hear what they thought about everything. It was nice to find a reason to try and show them that a photo booth could be fun and I ended up getting a chance to meet the one wedding cake guy that they’d seen without me. I think her poor dad was either quickly bored or just as overwhelmed as I was because he definitely started to pick up the pace to get through everything at one point. We did get through it all in fairly short order too, which was pretty nice.

I dunno, it’s hard to say if I’m totally alone  in this, but I just don’t understand how people can get excited by wedding shows. My favorite memory from the two of them was how good the snacks were from the vendors at Carnivale, which I’m pretty sure isn’t the point. I’m also pretty sure that anger isn’t a healthy reaction to DJs and utter terror at the sight of a tuxedo/suit shop isn’t normal either. I think the ultimate irony in all of this is that the really central reason behind even going in the first place didn’t actually happen. At least, I don’t think I’ve heard any ideas so far from Sylvia that were borrowed/generated by wandering the halls trying to get a signature on a card or while trying to find the guy with the really tasty guacamole. Thankfully I think Sylvia is just as done with wedding shows at this point as I am and that makes me love her so hard that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Follow-Up: The Cake

February 12, 2012

After visiting Bittersweet first, and then Sylvia and her mom visiting the other guy at the baking institute, we ended up at an impasse. She wasn’t completely happy with either as Bittersweet seemed too expensive and the baking institute…I’m not really sure about that. There was just something about it that didn’t set well with her and that’s all you really need to not jump right on ordering a wedding cake. Sylvia scheduled an appointment with a third bakery that was highly recommended to us. We went earlier today and it was interesting the kind of perspective that it brought to the whole process.

Our appointment was at noon, so Sylvia and I met her mom, Diane at the shop about 10 minutes early and we sat down at a cute little table. We chatted for a bit and and checked out the storefront a bit until sometime around when our appointment was supposed to start. A clerk from behind the counter brought us some books with photos to look through, which was great. There were a lot of cakes that looked quite nice, but not too many of them were ones that I’d consider wedding cakes really. There were a lot of party cakes for birthdays that were either bottles of booze or animals or…not wedding cakes. It was kind of weird because all of the cake photos at Bittersweet were wedding cakes. You know, the reason you’re there and all. Anyway, I let it go just because it was nice to see the range of stuff they could do.

After we made it through the books, we ended up sort of sitting there for a couple of minutes chatting and at that point I started to think that something was off about this appointment. The owner hadn’t come to introduce herself and we’d barely been acknowledged by the staff. After another minute or so, another staff member brought out some cake selections and a little flier with popular combinations that people had ordered before. They were all laid out in rectangular shapes and the fillings were sort of melon-balled out, everything with it’s own handwritten note as to what it was. It was kind of cute, but my first thought was that the one tray was for all of us, whereas Bittersweet had given each of us our own small plates of cake, with the fillings in a communal setting for us to try. I let that go because the cake was pretty nice for the most part and a few of the fillings were really good and it’s not like you need to eat a boatload of cake at a tasting. However, it was quite difficult trying to figure out what was nice as we didn’t have as much cake to play with though. When you each only get one small piece between three of you, you really have to make your ideas count when you try a combination.

Then we sat. And we sat. As we were sitting there, we talked about what we liked and what notes that Sylvia took down and realized that a lot of the combinations of flavors mentioned in the flier weren’t on the tasting tray that was given to us. We really wanted to try a couple of them too, but I have no idea why they didn’t end up making it to the tasting tray. After a while, we sort of ran out of things to talk about with regards to the cake options at the place and we all slowly slipped into fairly agitated states at varying rates. While we were kind of confused as to what was going on, we realized that there was a woman, who had been standing at the counter for at least 15 or 20 minutes, clearly needing help and being neglected.

Sylvia’s annoyance crested quickest, and understandably so, because why would you want to do business with a place where the owner not only doesn’t acknowledge that you’re even there, especially if they’re potentially going to spend hundreds of dollars. Also, why have you’ve got a customer who clearly needs something and can’t get it for over a quarter of an hour? At least come out and say hello, apologize for the wait and then acknowledge that it’s taking longer than it should for you to be available. At about 12:25 or so, half an hour after our appointment started, all three of us had had enough and Sylvia asked a clerk, “should we come back at a better time?” The clerk seemed like she wasn’t quite sure what to say and said she would find out what was going on. She came back soon after that and said that the owner was in a meeting with the decorator that was running long, which seemed bizarre to me. You’ve got an appointment sitting there just waiting for you to come out and talk through a consultation for a few minutes and the decorator is more important? Yeesh, I didn’t know what to think at that point, but Sylvia and Diane were of the mind that it was basically a lie to try and cover for her, which I could see as well.

Anyway, sometime around 12:30, a couple other people came in and sat down and another lady came out and introduced herself, offered them some water (which we weren’t offered) and said that she’d be right with them. She offered them water, all while ignoring the poor woman who was still standing there. As she was trying to make her way to the back, the woman at the counter piped up and got her attention and made it apparent that there was something she was waiting on. A couple of minutes later, she clearly had enough and went to leave when the owner came out apologizing to the woman and her simple response to the owner was, “I was told that I could pick up my cake at noon.” The owner continued to apologize and went to grab some treats to make it right. The owner then introduced herself to the other couple who came in after us before finally showing up at our table.

I’m not exactly sure where to start and stop with the whole consultation because it was simultaneously confusing and irritating. The first thing she asked was if we needed more cake to taste, which we politely declined because I think we were all just done at that point. There was some discussion about the flavors that we liked and sort of what we were going for and that seemed to be going okay, but Sylvia offhand mentioned that a friend of ours was making a grooms cake, and dear sweet jesus, did she home in on that out of the blue. She started going on about how the venue wouldn’t allow an unprofessional cake to be brought in and that it wasn’t good business to do that and that it could collapse and that they’d only ever had one cake collapse in 5 years. None of us had the heart or interest to correct her that he’s just making a simple sheet cake. Also strange was that she asked Sylvia a couple of times who her wedding planner was, which we finally figured out was basically her way of trying to find someone else to call to try and convince us to buy a grooms cake from her. At one point, Sylvia had enough and said, we don’t really need one, it’s really just because our friend wanted to make one and I think she took the hint.

While talking about amounts of cake and everything, it was decided that we would start smaller on cake amount since you can always go up, but not down. In retrospect, I think that’s probably not true, but I’m not a wedding cake connoisseur, so it’s hard to say. Once we started winding down to price, she asked us what our budget was. Our opening offer was that we were looking around the $1,000 or less price point. Her abruptly response was that the cake would be $1,500 for 150 people because they charge $10 a slice and that delivery would be another $100. I may not be a wedding cake connoisseur, but I knew that was more than ridiculous as I knew that it was a significant amount more than what Bittersweet quoted us. It was also strange because every other quote we’ve gotten took into account what the elements of the cake actually were. It’s more expensive if you want fondant, so your price changes if you do or don’t want it. Same thing with certain fillings. $10 per slice for cake? Unless you’re a highly rated bakery, that’s practically robbery. It was weird from a business standpoint too because why would you counter an initial offer with something so much higher and then give a flat rate per slice with no regard to the actual components of the cake?

Sylvia, Diane and I managed to make our way out of the shop without too much awkwardness and then decided to try and find some lunch and just talk about it. We wandered down the street a few blocks and found this little storefront that said Miko’s Italian Ice, but it also looked like a little bistro. It turns out the restaurant is a bistro in the winter and an Italian ice shop in the summer. We went in and had the most amazing lunch of grilled cheese, tomato soup, and tortilla soup. Talking through it more, the intensity of how bad that the appointment went and the price and everything, we ended up talking more and more about Bittersweet and what we liked about them versus this other place. After lunch, the decision was made that we’d like to go with Bittersweet. Judy was really professional, her work and cakes were great and it turned out that the price was actually pretty reasonable for what we wanted. We also realized that we wouldn’t have to worry about keeping communication open or being on time to deliver the cake versus an operation like the place we checked out today.

I’m hesitant to even mention the name of the bakery because I don’t really want to accidentally give them any business and because Sylvia spent enough time on the Yelp reviews (she actually was a bit obsessed with them for about half an hour) to see a pattern of people being harassed by the owner for writing negative reviews. If anyone actually wants to know the name of the shop, let me know because I’m more than happy to steer people away from them.

Cake Tasting

February 5, 2012

Sylvia, her mom, and I went for a cake tasting at Bittersweet recently and it was a pretty interesting experience. We came in and sat down and spoke to the owner about ideas of what we wanted and it was all very wedding-y. Thankfully Sylvia was pretty on top of some good ideas in terms of how it should look. I don’t have much of an eye for art or design, so I would only really pipe up when something looked really off to me. I’m hoping that my small comments like this over the whole wedding process are actually helpful and not annoying, but she hasn’t pulled me aside yet and said anything, so I’m going to keep doing that. Anyway, after throwing out enough ideas for the owner to take some notes, she wandered to the back of the shop to get some samples and I got excited to try some cake.

I didn’t think that it’s a common experience that you have to put in a large order of food where you actually have to sit down and taste and evaluate all of your options before you even talk about price or particulars. I mean, sure you can put in a large food order for either a company catered event or maybe for a private party for 50 or 100 people, but the way the experience of a wedding cake is presented, you’re required to put a lot more thought into how it all comes together. If you’re putting together a food package for a non-wedding event, I’d wager that you probably pick some sort of package and generally that’s enough as there’s enough variety that about 95% of anyone showing up will find something they like. Wedding cake though is something where you’re really expected to put a lot of effort into getting the right taste combinations down. It’s kind of ironic now that I think about it more because I don’t think the best wedding cakes are ever remembered for their taste, only their design. You might think the cake didn’t taste the best, but wasn’t amazing what they did with the shape of the tiers and how did they get that one piece hanging off of the side like that? It’s crazy because you can probably have an amazing cake that tastes great, but isn’t as memorable because it wasn’t “elegant” or “amazing” or “artistic” enough. That’s just…I don’t know. I don’t like it. It’s cake. It’s supposed to taste good, right?

While I was mulling all this over in my head, the owner came back out and brought the most designed set of cakes, frostings and fillings that I’d ever seen. Each of the eight or so cake flavors were cut into different shapes so that they each stood out in an equal way, but were different enough that you could easily locate it again after you’d gone and tasted the other varieties. She also brought out a tray with about ten or so small ramekins with different fillings along with two small scoops of frostings to try. I kind of didn’t want to even try anything because the presentation was so amazing. However, it was a tasting and not an exhibition, so we all started randomly selecting small bits of filling and pairing it with equally small pieces of cake. Everything I tasted was amazing. I think the only cake that I didn’t care for was the super dark chocolate, but that’s only because it was so rich and that didn’t really strike me as a wedding cake should. Sylvia, Diane, and I tried a bunch of different combinations and they had much stronger opinions about what they thought worked and what wouldn’t. We ended up actually coming to a fairly quick accord in terms of what would likely be the best thing to have  and then there were more discussions regarding the actual design of the cake and I gave myself the option to let my thoughts wander a bit more as I processed everything that had just happened.

As I thought about it more and more, I don’t think that I’ve ever had to taste anything that other people were going to be eating, much less something in the vaulted pantheon that is delicious cake. I have a pretty poor sense of smell, which I think results in about 95% of anything I eat being pretty tasty and I’ll eat pretty much anything other than collard greens. Even then, I’m sure I’d like those if they’re cooked right, but nobody has ever managed to make them palatable to me. Anyway, my point is that I don’t think I’m a terribly reliable judge in terms of what everyone would actually end up liking. The only thing I ended up realizing and adding in was that we were going to have some guests with an allergy to chocolate that we should consider. I can’t remember if that ended up influencing any part of the discussion, but I felt it needed to be brought up. We do also have some friends with wheat/gluten intolerances, but there really is only so much that you can do to cater to your guests eating experience, especially when it comes to cake.

As the discussions winded down, we were told we’d have a quote within a few days and that we could go from there. Diane headed back to Evanston while Sylvia and I walked back home and that was the night. We liked everything about the experience, but what I didn’t realize was that Sylvia and Diane already had at least one other appointment lined up to taste cakes.

They ended up going to another tasting, just the two of them, as the only time was in the middle of the day and I couldn’t get off of work. Sylvia was super nice and brought some of it home for me to try and it was just as amazing as the stuff that Bittersweet had which only had me thinking again about how I can’t be counted on to be an accurate gauge of good cake. What Sylvia said was interesting as it wasn’t like Bittersweet, so the guy they spoke to was a completely different personality. Wedding cakes were all production to him as opposed to the artistic experience/viewpoint of Bittersweet. I’m sure there was a difference in cost as well, but I’m not exactly clear on what that was.

Oddly enough, we still haven’t settled on a bakery for the cake as there are yet another one or two places to check out. It’s strange to me that you can shop around for the best this or that for a wedding as I’m the kind of person who finds what they like, makes sure the price is right and then just makes the deal. It’s interesting going through the process of selecting a bakery, much less a cake as I see so many good options as is. I dunno, the one thing that I’m confident of is that I know we’ll have a great cake when it finally comes time to get that locked in. It’ll be interesting to see if anyone remembers anything about it 6 months after the wedding too.

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