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PGH: Sears, Wedding, Maps by Phone
May. 31st, 2003 05:17 pmPosted after returning from the trip.
This morning I picked up the rental car, which turned out to be a blue 2003 Toyota Camry (not too shabby!). After a cursory introduction to the controls (the cursory part was when I spritzed the guy while he tried to show me the lights), I came back to Lawrenceville and called the "where's the wedding?" hotline. Although it was a bit drizzly, the recording assured us, the wedding would still be at Phipps. We got directions and headed out to Ross Park Mall to find some shoes for Jodi.
Our experience there was so wonderful that I promised to write a letter to the store's manager.
We called the hotline again and found that the wedding had been moved to the hotel, so I called the hotel for directions. At this point, Jodi was pretty stressed --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bethlynn is a friend from WAY back and Jodi would hate to miss any of the wedding. Fortunately, the hotel wasn't too far away from the mall, and we got there before the hotel was even ready to let guests into the ballroom. Fortunately, they had an open bar. :)
The priest asked the couple if they would accept children as a gift from God (they would), which caused me to say later that I was damn glad he wasn't doing our wedding. I'd have to say 'no, but I'd still like to get married, can we continue?', which struck Jodi as insurpassably rude. She'd say 'yes' just pro forma, but I'd prefer not to swear falsely in the middle of the most important promise of my life no matter whom I offend with my answer. Fortunately, we've got more flexible ministers signed up for our wedding.
We had to duck out to a drugstore after the ceremony for some supplies, but we made it back in time for most of the festivities, and stayed nearly until they kicked us out. I had a blast with my usual wedding amusement, weighting a helium balloon so precisely that it floats in midair for quite a long time. (The trick is to involve some piece of paper from which you can tear shreds -- a paper napkin works well.) I didn't see anyone do the chicken dance, but I did see the mother of the bride accepting cash from people who wanted to polka with the bride. This is, as it turns out, a custom up there. A Southerner might pay money to be far away from polka music, but not to be permitted to dance to it.
Back at home, we wanted to get directions to Jodi's aunt's house in North Huntingdon. Drew was downloading something, so the web was unavailable. We ended up calling one of Jodi's friends, who read the directions to us from his computer. Ain't technology sweet.
Here's a really nice photo of Jodi and me at the wedding. We're so CUTE...
This morning I picked up the rental car, which turned out to be a blue 2003 Toyota Camry (not too shabby!). After a cursory introduction to the controls (the cursory part was when I spritzed the guy while he tried to show me the lights), I came back to Lawrenceville and called the "where's the wedding?" hotline. Although it was a bit drizzly, the recording assured us, the wedding would still be at Phipps. We got directions and headed out to Ross Park Mall to find some shoes for Jodi.
Our experience there was so wonderful that I promised to write a letter to the store's manager.
We called the hotline again and found that the wedding had been moved to the hotel, so I called the hotel for directions. At this point, Jodi was pretty stressed --
bethlynn is a friend from WAY back and Jodi would hate to miss any of the wedding. Fortunately, the hotel wasn't too far away from the mall, and we got there before the hotel was even ready to let guests into the ballroom. Fortunately, they had an open bar. :)The priest asked the couple if they would accept children as a gift from God (they would), which caused me to say later that I was damn glad he wasn't doing our wedding. I'd have to say 'no, but I'd still like to get married, can we continue?', which struck Jodi as insurpassably rude. She'd say 'yes' just pro forma, but I'd prefer not to swear falsely in the middle of the most important promise of my life no matter whom I offend with my answer. Fortunately, we've got more flexible ministers signed up for our wedding.
We had to duck out to a drugstore after the ceremony for some supplies, but we made it back in time for most of the festivities, and stayed nearly until they kicked us out. I had a blast with my usual wedding amusement, weighting a helium balloon so precisely that it floats in midair for quite a long time. (The trick is to involve some piece of paper from which you can tear shreds -- a paper napkin works well.) I didn't see anyone do the chicken dance, but I did see the mother of the bride accepting cash from people who wanted to polka with the bride. This is, as it turns out, a custom up there. A Southerner might pay money to be far away from polka music, but not to be permitted to dance to it.
Back at home, we wanted to get directions to Jodi's aunt's house in North Huntingdon. Drew was downloading something, so the web was unavailable. We ended up calling one of Jodi's friends, who read the directions to us from his computer. Ain't technology sweet.
Here's a really nice photo of Jodi and me at the wedding. We're so CUTE...
