Eventually, some vendors have to be voted off the island. Some didn't even make it past the internet round. Going on the recommendation of a recently engaged barkeep, we sat with Dave at Floribunda. Dave possesses many of the same qualities as other male florists. In other words, he's a fruit. There was, however, a ring on his finger, and he did claim to be a parishoner of the church where we will be wed, but there's plenty of dudes out there that aren't yet out there. Not that it matters, and I was once told that it's a pre-requisite for some professions, along the same lines as having a doctor that's Jewish. But it was not for this reason that Dave was promptly removed from the short list.
We've come across two types of vendors along the way: the ones that need you, and the ones you need. Brides have a vision that is entirely their own, and since it's their day, why interfere? Why tell them the themes you have used, what you like, and that you refuse to include mums in the bouquets? And why can't we just buy the fun cookies and leave the flowers to someone who listens to what the bride wants?
A word of advice to the wedding planners reading this: Don't be bossed around by vendors with their nose in the air. Weddings are supposed to be fun, and when vendors act like they don't need you, you're likely to be made to feel that you're in the way on your wedding day, and how fun is that?
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