Tales of Bridezilla Ed. 2

I’m still soaking in all of JT in from last night, so I’m actually not going to blog about him today. But I will say my legs might possibly be sore today from dancing last night. It was basically a dance party, and I didn’t hate it.

Today, I’m bringing you Tales of Bridezilla Ed. 2. I knew only having one bridezilla moment was a long shot.

I, not so subtly, alluded to the fact that something might have gone wrong last Thursday. But the even actually occurred on Tuesday. Two months ago, I even blogged about it!! I booked a cake testing appointment. This place was recommended to me by Duck Dude’s friend who grew up in the area we are getting married. The problem is they do not have appointments on Saturday.

So, I made an appointment for Tuesday of Thanksgiving break! I talked to a lady with a very heavy accent of some sort and I was a little worried she wasn’t understanding what my exact question was. “If I wait until Thanksgiving, is that still plenty of time to taste and order a wedding cake?” So after I repeated myself a couple times and finally felt comfortable enough that she understood. We hung up and I waited two months for the appointment.

The day before I called to verify my appointment. I called at 5:14 and I got a voicemail with their hours. They closed at 5. Shoot. Missed them by 14 minutes. My appointment was at 10 the next morning and they opened at 9. I figured I would just call at 9 to verify. I called at 9:04 and it went to voicemail. I called at 9:28 and it went to voicemail. By this time I have already picked up my mother who took a day of vacation for this and Duck Dude was following in his truck (he wasn’t staying for the flower appointment that afternoon).

I just had a bad feeling the entire time. Call me a Debbie doubter or call it intuition. I didn’t have a good feeling.

We pull up. All lights off. And a piece of paper taped to the door.

“Closed for remodeling. Will reopen Dec. 2”

Ughhhhhhh. Dec. 2^nd?! That was literally an entire week from the day we were there. How could they do this?!?! How could they just close without even telling me?! I drove an hour out there for nothing. And I was mad. I was an angry elf and I wasn’t really up for anyone trying to console me at the moment. I made the appointment TWO MONTHS AGO and I was mad. And I was trying not to cry, because that would be ridiculous. And so I was just mad instead. Mad, mad, mad.

Duck Dude left a voicemail for them while I sat in the car being angry.

They called back a couple days later…………..

…. It seems that in my conversation with the lady with accent, we both got off the phone without me giving her any of my information. No phone number, no email, nothing. They had zero way of contacting me in order to tell me they were closing.

So I’m still half way mad, because while I should have been smarter than that… it’s still their job to get my info, right?! Well, that’s what I am telling myself.

And I still have no cake.

Happy Thursday.