With the insanity around wedding planning there is one thing a gal needs most leading up to the event: a big FAT buffer.
I just learned these buffers are for hire, in the form of a wedding coordinator. The wedding coordinator actually calls her role (more diplomatically) a concierge service for your guests.
I also learned that not all wedding coordinators charge 10% of the cost of an event. They tend to have "month of" packages (the month leading up to the wedding and the wedding day) or some will charge by the hour.
Whatever you call it and whatever the cost, I suspect it's worth not having people in your face. It's amazing to me that other people don't realize that, as you're about to take solemn vows, you DON'T GIVE A CRAP about where they can buy eye makeup remover.
Yet, I've seen it happen.
One of the coordinators I spoke to said there is a trend of "holding guests hands from the second they get off the plane."
Given a bunch of New Yorkers, who don't really drive much, will get behind the wheel and cruise for an hour and a half from the airport to my wedding, the thought of hand-holding crossed my mind. B, who was born and raised in New York, says that driving is "unnatural." Get this: A member of his family -- a guy in his mid 30s -- has only driven on a freeway twice in his life.
Wanna see what that looks like? Watch Annie Hall, especially the scenes where Annie is driving in New York or Alvy is driving in LA. It reminds me of the line when Alvy says, after Annie parks the car, "Don't worry. We can walk to the curb from here."
While I love the idea of helping out all my guests, truthfully I'll probably only do that for the people actually in the wedding.
For the rest of the guests, I have resorted to passive hand holding; A wedding website. It has details on car rental, car service, sight seeing, child care, food and lodging. Printing the URL on the invitations maybe a little tacky, but truthfully I don't care.
OK, let me quickly reconsider. I'll weigh me being tacky against other people being annoying. Mmmm...yep, tacky wins.
You heard it here first, though: On the weekend before the event, stay of the sidewalks, my friend!
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