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You never want to discourage A Bride from believing her wedding will be the event of the year. She is entitled to believe what she will, as long as she's not a pain the ass.

To address the question of what happened after I took the phone message from The Bride.

We have a policy that if you raise the number - substantially - after the agreed and contracted cut-off date, the price will be higher. She knew that, and she was ok with that.

She didn't have a choice, really.

The actuall bump in the numbers was about 25, which is what we expected, but prepared food for the larger number, and charged her for all of them. As is standard practice.

The hard part about being encouraging is finding a fine balance about being a realist. The Bride wasn't working with a wedding planner, and was as scatterbrained as could be. Moreover, that late in the game to assume all those people you talked to on the street, in the nail salon, at the gas station or sitting in your OBGYN waiting room might say, "Great - we will be there", but they just won't. Not every person in the world views your wedding day like it's The Royal Wedding.

We knew there is no way that many people would be late comers, but you work your butt off, anyway, making sure it can never be said you didn't do the right thing.

Even if a cat did crawl across your ass in the process.

Posted by Foodwhore at October 18, 2006 01:42 PM

Posted by: Leslie at October 18, 2006 10:02 PM