So we did the food tasting tonight.  Mom, Dad, Grammy, Craig, and myself.  To be honest, I wasn't overly impressed.  It was good.  Nothing really jumped at me though.  Except the cheesecake.  Dear sweet shittin' Jesus, was it good.  Mmmm.

Ok, so having never been to a food tasting before, I had no idea what to expect.  You're assigned a table, like you're at an actual "event", and you're served hors d'oeuvres like shrimp, meats and cheeses, etc.  Our place even had entertainment, a live band!  They were pretty good, just a little loud for my liking.  And I was under the impression it'd be a sit down meal.  They'd bring a menu and you'd pick a few things to try and they'd send it out.  But... there were like 200 people there, easy.  So it was buffet style.  Not a problem, I can dig that.

One problem with the buffet, though, was that nothing was labelled.  So if I tasted something I really liked, I had to go back and ask the server what it was, instead of just being able to check a label on the table and see what it was.  That bugged me.  Anyway, the food was good.  I was expecting everything I put in my mouth to make me squeal with joy, but that didn't really happen.  Except for the orgasmic cheesecake.  Holy tits.

Anyway, at the beginning of this thing, the MC said that dinner would be about an hour, in which time the band would play, and then after the band was done, dessert would be downstairs.  We were in the grand ballroom (ooh la la!), and the dessert hour was in the Grand Conservatory, where we'll be having our reception!  I do love the space, but now I'm wondering how the fuck we're gonna fit 100+ people in there.  Well whatever.

So the band is just about done, and people are starting to put on their jackets and file out.  We're all a little bored, but I'm jammin with the band because they were decent.  And I love groovin', what can I say?  Craig leans over and asks how much longer this is gonna be because he has to get up early in the morning and we don't HAVE to wait for the band to stop playing and where's dessert?  Now.... I don't generally live by playing by the rules.  But I don't know the protocol for these things, so I figured we'd just wait for the band to finish and then hit dessert.  I don't want to be one of those people that goes to dessert and the servers are like, "We're not ready yet, you can come down AFTER the band is done, like the MC said."  People who don't follow directions piss me the hell off.

So I told Craig if he was antsy, he could go downstairs and see if dessert was set up.  The band had just started playing "Sweet Caroline" (guilty pleasure song of mine) and Craig said he'd go if I went with him.  I told him I didn't want to go, and he just sat there and sulked.  My dad offered to go, so off he went.  By the time the song was finished, Dad was back and he said they were already serving dessert downstairs.  So before I could even speak, everyone was up, putting their jackets on, heading downstairs.

What the fuck?  What's the rush?  Ok, I get Craig's tired from working, I know that.  And Dad was pretending to be this big tough guy when two rando's sat at our table (we had 5 extra chairs for God's sake lol), but as soon as they left, he started singing along with the band.  I don't get why he has to put on a front.  We don't know these people, we'll never see them again, who gives a fuck if you sing and dance a little and have some fun?  What the hell?

Anyway.... So as we're making our way downstairs, Craig goes, "I just want to try one piece of cake, I'm ready to leave."  Oh.  Ok.  Now I don't mean to go all bridezilla here, but... Would it KILL him to wait a few more minutes?

Let me backtrack and say we took two cars there, Craig came straight from work.

And let me also say that I feel like I was the only one who approached the food tasting with a head on my shoulders.  Craig filled his plate up with like two things and made a meal of it.  My parents had like 3 things on each of their plates.  I made two plates and went back to try more.  I wasn't trying to get a free meal, I just took small samples of a bunch of things so I could taste more of the menu.  So by the time I'd finished my first plate, Craig was already full and unwilling to try anything else.

So I went into dessert with the same mentality - get a bunch of shit, try a few bites of each, and keep goin.  Also, there were vendors there handing out free shit.  Photographers, florists, dj's, lighting people.... I hadn't been expecting that, but since I still don't have a photographer, I wanted to peruse some of the stands.

Anyway...... I'm so hormonal and cranky today, I know I'm sounding super bitchy and horrible right now.

So I told Craig to try whatever he wanted for dessert and leave.  He goes, "Well are you gonna leave?"  I said I was gonna try a few things and then look at the vendors for a few minutes.  He sighed and goes, "Hon, I'm really tired and I'm cranky.  I'm ready to go home."  So go the FUCK home.  Don't stay here and be miserable.  And would it really kill you to stay for a little bit?  We're trying to taste things for our wedding.  The food is so fuckin important!  And the cake, especially!  Take a few minutes, sit while I look at vendors, and then lets try some other cakes.  But no.  No, he wanted to leave.

So I wolfed down a piece of cheesecake (tried to savor it as much as I could), tried a piece of chocolate cake, a piece of buttercream cake, and a zeppole.  Then Craig started wandering, and my dad decided to try the chocolate fountain.  I asked my mom to come with me to look at vendors, and I told her how I was pissed at Craig.  She said to just do whatever I wanted to do, he can leave whenever he wants.  Yes, I understand that I want him to stay to try food but I also want him to leave cuz he's cranky.  I lose either way and I'm pissed at him regardless of what he does.

So she and I start looking at vendor tables and she goes, "Uh oh, Dad's looking for us."  And there's Dad and Grammy with their jackets on, and Craig walks up to me and says, "Ready to go?"  Yeah.  Yeah let's just fuckin go.  Don't worry, I can plan this whole wedding myself and without any vendor recommendations or deals/discounts.  No problem.

So we left.  And I'm pissed.

I don't HATE wedding planning. I actually kind of like it.  I get kinda girly and mushy over it, to be honest.  And I was having FUN looking at all the stuff.... Centerpiece designs, tux colors, ice sculptures, linens.  There are so many options!!  And everyone just kind of plucked me out of my zone and said, "Time to go!"  I could've put my foot down and said, "No we're staying!", but I didn't want to be a burden and Craig was tired and Grammy probably wanted to get home.  So we fuckin left and I feel like I got nothing accomplished.

We get in the car to leave, and we're barely out of the parking lot when my mom checks her phone and finds out she missed a job opportunity for tomorrow.  "If I'd had internet access, I could've accepted this job, but no.  Now I missed it.  Someone else took it.  It was posted at 7:40, I bet I could've got that job."  Now, the food tasting started at 7, we got to the venue at like 630.  And let me remind you that my mother works per diem.  If she gets offered a job, she could accept or refuse as she sees fit, it's totally up to her.  And she's not in the poorhouse, she doesn't NEED to work every job she's offered.

The kicker was when she kept going ON AND ON about how she'd missed the job and she said, "I could've gotten that job if I wasn't..." and then she trailed off and I finished her sentence for her, "If you weren't at the venue of your daughter's wedding doing a food tasting.  Because that definitely takes the back burner to a job.  A job SHOULD come before your daughter's wedding."

I am a huge bitch, I know that.  I was just really pissed and just cranky and on edge and I shouldn't have said it, but that's what SHE was gonna say.  Everyone just shut up after that.  It was an awkward drive home.

She KNEW I was pissed already because of Craig, and she kept going on and on about how she didn't get the job, like it's MY fault.  I'm sorry, I just won't include you in any other wedding planning details if it might interfere with the possibility of you getting a stinkin job.

I can't be bothered anymore.  I am so fuckin annoyed.  Craig's getting the silent treatment, and I'm just gonna avoid my mother as much as possible tomorrow.  Cuz I'll just snap again.

I fuckin hate being hormonal.  I can control myself better than this, really.  I can be civil and bite my tongue.  But Goddamn... can a sister get a little support here?

I'm tired, I'm angry, I'm gonna go to bed early.  Maybe read a little and just sit in bed and stew.