So, I've been referring to my fiance as "the Israeli" in all my posts... actually named David. I've decided I need to be more specific. 'Davids' in Israel are actually nicknamed 'Dudie.' All of his friends and family call him Dudie or Doodoo. It took some getting used to, but now I only refer to him as 'David' when I'm annoyed by him. He is Dudie to me now, as well as to my friends and family who have had the pleasure of meeting him.
Dudie, however, has turned into a few other nicknames. Most of the time, he's 'Dudes,' and sometimes he's 'his Dudeness' and 'El Duderino.' Being that he is an Israeli square, Dudes doesn't get the Lebowski reference, but I do. I love the Dude and I love my Dude. :)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
It's Not You...It's Your Crappy Venue
When you first tour a potential venue for your wedding, the coordinators at the site act like they would sell their children to make your wedding day everything you've ever wanted. They shake your hand like you're an old friend they haven't seen in years, describe (with dramatic, sweeping gestures) what your wedding at their venue would look like, and if you're lucky, give you cookies and hot chocolate.
Telling them you've decided to go with another venue is as unpleasant as any breakup. I found myself saying things like, "I'm sorry, I think you're so great, but...," "I know you could give us a beautiful wedding, but...," "You deserve someone better" etc.
The recession is never more apparent then when you're planning your wedding. It was especially apparent at the venue that looked like it hadn't been renovated since 1972. Even the toupee on the coordinators head was too retro to bear. Between the mirror-paneled walls and the musky, stale smoke smell, this place was screaming for much needed business.
In the end, we settled on the first place we looked. The beautiful gardens and cool ballroom sold me... as did the great price. So, we're off. August 29, 2010. Now onto photographers, florists and DJs...oh my.
Telling them you've decided to go with another venue is as unpleasant as any breakup. I found myself saying things like, "I'm sorry, I think you're so great, but...," "I know you could give us a beautiful wedding, but...," "You deserve someone better" etc.
The recession is never more apparent then when you're planning your wedding. It was especially apparent at the venue that looked like it hadn't been renovated since 1972. Even the toupee on the coordinators head was too retro to bear. Between the mirror-paneled walls and the musky, stale smoke smell, this place was screaming for much needed business.
In the end, we settled on the first place we looked. The beautiful gardens and cool ballroom sold me... as did the great price. So, we're off. August 29, 2010. Now onto photographers, florists and DJs...oh my.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Previously on 'Rachel in a Chick-Lit'
Ok, so I know what you're all thinking...Rachel is the worst blogger EVER! I haven't posted a blog in about 9 months, so I get where you're coming from, but I have a different, more positive way to look at it.
Think of me, like LOST...Yes, the totally awesome TV show. The season finales leave you on the craziest, mind-bogglingest cliff hanger and makes you wait ages for the next season to start. Well, that's me. It's my brilliant marketing ploy. I get you all addicted to my exploits and leave you yearning for more during the 9 months in between.
So, shall we recap LOST style? *said in deep, mysterious narrator voice* Previously on 'Rachel in a Chick-Lit'...
A LOT has changed since I last posted. In the past 9 months, I have held 3 different jobs. Yes, 3. I was at the hair salon until it got to the point where all I wanted to do was burn the place down and moved across the street to Kleinfeld. I was a receptionist at the biggest bridal boutique in the country when I got a very surprising phone call...a job offer from the Aish HaTorah branch in NY! So here I am, the Marketing Director (I'm intensely intimidated by this title) of the Aish Center.
I kissed Brooklyn goodbye at the end of August and moved to Queens. Apparently, I am meant to live in every borough in my life (...dreading the Bronx).
But more exciting then the moving and the new job... MY RELATIONSHIP! During the 9 months I've been gone, that "possible new boy" I mentioned in an old post became much more then a possibility. We met through SawYouatSinai, which demands updates on our dating status. Here is how our updates progressed:
February: Went on First Date
March: Dating (exclusively that is)
November: Engaged (aw hell yeah!)
Thus, my life in a chick-lit has progressed to the next book in the series. The first book full of the hilarity of terrible dates, the next book full of the hilarity (aka severe stress) of planning a wedding and trying to prove to my new fiance that he hasn't made a horrible mistake (he is still shocked at how lazy I can really be).
Stay tuned.
Think of me, like LOST...Yes, the totally awesome TV show. The season finales leave you on the craziest, mind-bogglingest cliff hanger and makes you wait ages for the next season to start. Well, that's me. It's my brilliant marketing ploy. I get you all addicted to my exploits and leave you yearning for more during the 9 months in between.
So, shall we recap LOST style? *said in deep, mysterious narrator voice* Previously on 'Rachel in a Chick-Lit'...
A LOT has changed since I last posted. In the past 9 months, I have held 3 different jobs. Yes, 3. I was at the hair salon until it got to the point where all I wanted to do was burn the place down and moved across the street to Kleinfeld. I was a receptionist at the biggest bridal boutique in the country when I got a very surprising phone call...a job offer from the Aish HaTorah branch in NY! So here I am, the Marketing Director (I'm intensely intimidated by this title) of the Aish Center.
I kissed Brooklyn goodbye at the end of August and moved to Queens. Apparently, I am meant to live in every borough in my life (...dreading the Bronx).
But more exciting then the moving and the new job... MY RELATIONSHIP! During the 9 months I've been gone, that "possible new boy" I mentioned in an old post became much more then a possibility. We met through SawYouatSinai, which demands updates on our dating status. Here is how our updates progressed:
February: Went on First Date
March: Dating (exclusively that is)
November: Engaged (aw hell yeah!)
Thus, my life in a chick-lit has progressed to the next book in the series. The first book full of the hilarity of terrible dates, the next book full of the hilarity (aka severe stress) of planning a wedding and trying to prove to my new fiance that he hasn't made a horrible mistake (he is still shocked at how lazy I can really be).
Stay tuned.
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