This morning, I drove to the chapel. When I arrived in Oakland, I was looking for a place to park. I wanted to park on the street instead of in the garage. I was hoping to be out of there quickly today. I parked on Tennyson Ave. There seemed to be a ton of “No Parking” signs everywhere else I looked.
When I walked towards the chapel, I noticed Pat was outside, putting up a new sign. I looked down at my flip flops and wondered, why is Pat here? I didn’t want her to say anything about me wearing flip flops. I clearly didn’t dress “professionally.” I was already in jeans yesterday, and I just didn’t care about my look. I was done today.
When I walked in, Pat thanked me again for helping out this weekend and didn’t say anything about my flip flops. I told her she was welcome. I then remembered she was there due to a memorial service. She also told me that the chapel was having a memorial service for Geri, once the students were back. I was glad to hear it.
When she left, I sat down at the desk and hung out on the computer, Frank went to take a break before the first wedding came in. I welcomed visitors before the wedding party started showing up, but once the party arrived I had to kick them out. I love kicking people out.
The first wedding arrived, and I started to help pin on boutonniere. I am not all that great at it, but I try. I was pinning on the groom mother’s boutonniere and she asked me what exactly my job was? I couldn’t help but have this confused look on my face. I said, “I am a wedding coordinator and docent.” she said, “Oh we thought you were a logistics person, because you seemed to be counting steps and etc.” I laughed and said, “No, I have to count how many people are in attendance. The Institutional Advancement people like the numbers.” I also told her this was my last weekend of weddings. I started a full-time job last week in the social sciences division here at Pitt. What a strange group of people.
When it was time I took the groom and the best man to the back of the ambulatory. The groom didn’t look too thrilled about today. He told me that he and the bride had a fight last night, because he didn’t come back to the hotel room right after dinner. He went out and partied with some out-of-towners. I said, that I was sorry to hear that. He also told me that they have been living together for awhile, and this was a dog and pony show. I laughed. I couldn’t wait to get them out of here. They weren’t all that friendly, and seemed so miserable. The best man kept flirting with me and wanting to chat. I tried to ignore him. I couldn’t wait for the organist to play their entrance music, so I could send them out.
Once, I opened the door, and sent them out. I went downstairs, to the brides room and noticed only a few things seemed out of place. I picked them up and put them on the table outside of the bride’s room and checked out the carpet. It looked passable to me, so I shut the door and went upstairs. I set the ball of stuff on the back pew, and went to talk to Frank in the Narthax. Frank asked me how it looked I said, I grabbed some things and put them in the back pew, but it looked alright to me.
After the wedding, we opened the doors to let the guests out, then the party took pictures. They seemed to be taking pictures in the chapel for a while. When they left, they didn’t say thank you, or goodbye. They were the weirdest ever.
The next wedding party started to arrive, and if I remember correctly this was a big wedding. I set up the unity candle and the holder. I hung out in the narthax until it was time to go back to the ambulatory. While I was in the narthax, I noticed one of the grooms men trying to make eye contact with me. I am guilty of looking at him a few times. I wondered if I knew him from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure. I never forget faces, just names.
At one point, the groomsman approached me. I had my head turned. I was talking to Frank. The groomsman approached our desk and he introduced himself. It caught me off guard. I turned my head to see him standing there. He said his name was Shawn and he held out his hand. I shook his hand and said, “Danielle.” He said, “nice to meet you Danielle.” I said, “Likewise.” He said,”Do I know you from somewhere?” I said, “hmmm I don’t believe so.” He looked concerned, like wanted me to try to help him figure it out and not end the conversation, so I asked, “Where did you go to school?” He said, “RMU”, and smiled. I said, “Me too.” He said, “that must be it.” I nodded in agreement. I am married. I can’t move this on and play this game. Suddenly, a guest approached him to hug him and I thought just as best. I turned to Frank and whispered to him, “That was awkward.” He said, “Yea, it was. I think he was just trying to find any excuse to talk to you.” However, he kept trying to make eye contact with me. I just couldn’t shake this vibe about him. It border line bothered me.
At one point, I took the groomsmen back to the ambulatory until the ceremony began. Once the professional music started, I opened the doors and sent them out. I went down to the brides room and noticed there was nothing there, so I went back up to the Narthax. Frank approached me and said, “You didn’t vacuum the Bride’s room.” I said, “it didn’t look like it needed it.” Frank can be a bit of perfectionist.
The next wedding was my last wedding and I couldn’t wait for it be over. I was so ready to get out of there. I still had so much to do, to get ready for Drew’s birthday party tonight. As soon as the Bride went down the aisle and the Bride’s room was cleaned out, I was able to leave. Okay, well lets do this! I took the groom and best man, and one of the groomsmen back to the ambulatory. They kept asking me to go up to the pipes. I told them no. he said, “So what it is your last wedding.” I said, “No I cant take you up there, sorry.” They kept asking. I was getting so annoyed.
When the music started, I opened the doors and sent them out. I ran downstairs to the Bride’s room and noticed that it was a mess! There was stuff everywhere! I didn’t have time for this. I had until 6:00pm at the parking meter and it was 20 minutes until 6pm. I just took everything out the bride’s room and put it out in the hallway on the table. I am not taking all that upstairs. I am sorry not doing it. I am not vacuuming I have no time.
Once all their stuff was out and on the table, I went back upstairs to update Frank. I told him that I took all the stuff that was in the bride’s room and put it on the table in the hallway. I have to go. He said, “okay, no problem. Have a good time tonight.”
When I walked out of the chapel, I called my mom on the way to the car. I told her I was running so behind. I just got out of the chapel and I was walking to my car. I told her we might not be on time, but if they are then if they would please greet people,until we got there. She said she would and that it was okay. I got off the phone with her and drove home. I called Drew and he said, that it was okay and I didn’t have to stop and get candles, balloons, and a card. I could just come home. He understood. I was relieved, but it still sucks that I didn’t have a whole lot of time.
When I got home, I went to open the screen door and it was locked. I rang the door bell. I remember him saying he was going to get in the shower, so I was hoping he could come to the door, and why was the damn screen door locked? When he unlocked the door, he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He greeted me and then went back upstairs to get dressed. I ignored him. I was so pissed off. I said, “why is the screen door locked?” he said, I am sorry it is a habit. I didn’t do it intentionally.” I said, “I raced home to get ready for your birthday. I can’t stop and get anything because I don’t have time. I still have to get ready, and then I come home to a locked door!” He said, “I am sorry.” I said, “If I come home again and that door is locked, I will leave and not come home.” I flipped out. We had a huge argument. I said, “Try to see things from my angle for a minute. I have asked you numerous times to not lock the screen door. Lock the big door, fine I have a key to that.” I went upstairs, and just slammed the door and cried. I had a huge break down.
After awhile, Drew came up into the extra bedroom and we talked. I told him I am stressed. I had to be at the chapel until 5:30pm, the bride’s room was a mess, I started a new job, I have been working weekends, and agreeing to help. I haven’t bitched once. I just did it. Then I planned your party, and we aren’t going to be on time. I didn’t have time to get things for you. I am rushed and we are going to be late. Without me you wouldn’t have a party.” He just listened and apologized. I apologized too. I was just having a breakdown. I am stressed. It was a bunch of little things adding up to big things. It was a lot for me.
When we made up, I got up and got into the shower. I got dressed, and did my hair, then we were out the door for his party. When we arrived to the bowling lanes, my mom and his mom were walking in. Drew dropped me off with the cake, and then parked. I walked in with them. I hugged his mom and my mom. I told them I am sorry we are late. I just had a break down. His mom said, “Well it’s over now. You can just focus on the job.” I agreed with her. I know she is right. I knew it was silly.
After we finished up at the front desk, we were told we had lanes 17-22. We walked over to the lanes, and set up. We changed shoes, and grabbed our bowling balls. My dad, my mom, Andrew’s dad, Andrew, and I all bowled. Leanne, Dan, Maci, and Jada were the first to arrive. Then Zach, Mike, Stephanie, Nikki, Paul, Anthony, and Dylan. Anthony and Dylan didn’t bowl they just hung out. I ended up giving up three lanes. I didn’t think we were going to need them. The kiddies had a lane. Nikki and Paul didn’t bowl, they just hung out. Zach didn’t bowl. Mike and Stephanie bowled a couple games. Andrew’s dad bought three pizzas, and the first two pitchers of beer. Andrew and I bought the next two pitchers of beer. My mom and my dad wanted to buy the next two pitchers, but we ended up having enough.
At one point, Paul, Nikki’s boyfriend, bought Andrew a birthday shot at the bar, so they disappeared for a bit. I was apprehensive about him drinking, especially after the day we had so far. I just didn’t want to deal with it now, and not tonight.
When it was time for gifts, Drew opened my dad’s gift first it was an autographed Tony Dorsett Pitt helmet. Drew was so shocked and so surprised. He had no clue. He said, “no way!” He loves it. We are going to have to get a case for it. He was so happy. My parents also gave him a card with some money inside. My mom didn’t know about the helmet, so that must mean it was expensive. Andrew’s parents got him a Fitbit and two polos. I was so excited new polos! Andrew laughed. I know he is picky about his polos and I was afraid they were going back to the store.
After gifts, we cut the cookie cake and people started leaving. Drew took his gifts out to the car. When he walked in, Liz and Brad were with him. I was glad they showed. Leanne, Dan, Nikki, Paul, and Jada. Then, Mike and Stephanie. Zach left early too. Our parents were going to leave as well. So we all decided to leave and go to the Seashell. No point in being here if we are not going to bowl.
When we said goodbye to our parents, we all went to the Seashell. I drove. When Drew and I walked in, I ordered a Shirley Temple and Drew ordered a beer. We got a table and sat in the karaoke section. I was definitely planning on singing. Once you get through one song, you want to sing more. Anthony and Dylan showed up and met us there. Then Liz and Brad. I was hoping Anthony and Dylan were going to sing.
While Drew entertained Liz and Brad, Anthony, Dylan and I sang karaoke. We sang Spice Girls, Love Shack, NSYNC, and Destiny’s Child. Dylan sang Landslide solo. Anthony and I sang save a horse ride a cowboy. I also sang Tom Petty, which I don’t think I did very well at, but it was all in good fun.
At one point, Drew ran into some people that he used to know from OLSH, and then they wanted to buy him a birthday shot. He went up to the bar and did a shot and stood there talking to them. I knew this was going to be a long night. I had Anthony and Dylan next to me. Liz and Brad across from me. I wasn’t sure what to talk to them about. They were more Drew’s friends then mine. I asked Brad about his job, and the bus. I wasn’t sure what much else to say. Drew was up at the bar at this point three shots in, when finally he came back to the table. He smiled at me. He knew I was not liking where this was going.
After we left the seashell, it was around 11pm, I drove him home and when we got home. Another disagreement happened, because all my friends do is over analyze everything and how supposedly I hardly talked to his friends, which is not true. I did talk to his friends. He was annoyed by my friends, so he was trying to put some of the blame on me, as well and he was a bit drunk I think. He was feeling the alcohol and it was making him say dumb things, which usually happens when he drinks. I told him to stop doing this, if this is how it is going to be I am not going to put up with it. I will not take the blame because you are pissed at something else.
Eventually he apologized and didn’t mean what he said. I knew it was the alcohol. It is not good. I won’t deal with it all the time. He needs to stop doing shots if this how he is going to be. We have to work at this, I guess. I have had much better days.