We're trying to scout out locations for our wedding, and we've been doing a tonne of reconnaissance over the internet. I just have to say, thank god for the internet. I have no idea how people did this whole wedding planning thing before the internet. Jeeze. We had an appointment booked yesterday to go and actually look at a place for the wedding (the first place we've actually looked at in person, not just on the interwebs), and we were pretty excited! Then we got horribly lost, thanks to the GPS, and incorrect addresses on the venue's website. We drove for 3 hours before we actually found it, when in reality the place should have taken us about 45 minutes to get to....oops!
My favourite part of the adventure was when finally got to the place that the GPS said we were supposed to be, Tim was like "did you enter Monora (name of place where we wanted to be) or Murder Farm (what could only have been the name of the dilapidated farmhouse that we ended up at)?" We then decided that the address for Monora on the website could only have been a clever ruse by a cannibal family of inbred hillbillies to lure innocent (or at least relatively innocent people) to their Murder Farm. My only question is "who taught those fuckers to use the internet?!" aren't they supposed to rely on strategically placed barbed wire blowing out your car tires? AREN'T THEY?! What the fuck is this world coming to?
So that was our first step in the journey to find a wedding venue. Let's hope the next time we don't encounter cannibal hillbillies (crosses fingers).
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