Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Why I Hate Wedding Planning

by Tessa Robinson


Two Words: Capital Club


Today I called to try to set up an appointment to visit so my mom and sister (both much more adept at picking out colors and centerpieces and shit) could see the place. Of course the coordinator wasn't able to accomodate. And, for kicks, she sent me the 2008 pricing. Now kids, I'm locked into this place . . . signed a contract and everything. And, when I suggested we finalize the menu at contract signing she balked. Apparently that was so she could raise the prices by $5 per person. I let her know that I will not be paying more and that I will be looking for another venue if she doesn't honor the prices that accompanied my contract. I'll find out on Wednesday if she and the club decide to grow some integrity.


Overall, though, much easier to stress about the stupid wedding than to continue feeling like the Angel of Death. So, thank you Capital Club, for giving me a destination (target) for my displaced anger.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Keep Your Day Job Psycho

Anyone else watch "The Hills"? If so, I hope you will be as horrified as I was:


Heidi . . . you can't sing, you can't dance, you can't act. The only thing you can do is stir up drama with your good buddy, Spencer. Please don't hurt my ears or eyes like this again.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

It's "Ours", Part Two

Remember a while back I was bitching about the latest automotive addition to the Robinson-Solley household? Well, I caved again. "We" are now the proud owners of a 1981 Porsche 928.

I have to say, I'm a little more than stoked to be driving around in the same car Tom Cruise used to "pick up" Rebecca DeMornay in Risky Business.


I may name the car Lana.