wish it would rain during an event, just to see all the guests marvel at the rain dripping down the sides and ceiling of the building while they are safely dry inside. There is just something so romantic about the rain. I take a few more pictures. Not that the Palm House is decorated, but I have found that nervous couples often like a little reassurance that their wedding venue is the same as they remembered when they booked it two years earlier. I find the Palm House’s events coordinator who I am working with, and after reviewing the menu and day’s events for the last time, and being reassured that everything is in order, I deliver the final check for the balance of the reception fee, and I am on my way back to Manhattan.
As I head to my apartment I realize that I have missed a call from my Saturday Bride. Her voice message sounds like she is frantic, but trying not to sound frantic. Something like, “Cassandra, umm, hope it’s not too early, but I know you said you were going to Palm House today. Just wanted to know how it went! Call me!” She sounds shaky and I decide it’s better to let her wait a few minutes and be completely reassured rather than call her back right now with partial information that will just make her call back again.
Once back in my apartment I upload the photos and scan the paperwork. I attach everything into an email:
Dear Bride:
I’m so sorry that I missed your call. I must have been on the subway on my way back to send you these pictures. Everything is looking PERFECT for Saturday.
The roses are in bloom, the Palm House is ready for your florist, the menu is set, and everything is paid in full.
Take a look at the photos I took just this morning. At just after 9 a.m., right around your ceremony time, the lighting was perfect for your photos, and the temperature was 71 degrees.
I am on my way now to the florist and cake caterer.
Call if you need anything,
Cassandra
I am worth every penny, aren’t I?
I walk down toward Union Square where the florist is, and check my BlackBerry while I walk. Suzanne has written me back in reference to Kevin’s latest email:
Oh my G-D! You HAVE to call him! What if he is THE ONE! Write him back right now! Do NOT wait, Cassandra Hanley, I know you are checking email constantly. WRITE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!!
And a message from Kate:
What could it hurt? You always said he was a good lay. And p.s. I gave Nick your cell number.
Call me old fashioned, but there is just something a little bit wrong about planning sex with one person in the same email as planning a date with another. And of course there is no consensus among them, and I am way too busy to think about this now.
I take a drink of water, and then refresh my lipstick, all without breaking my brisk pace or looking in a mirror. You can’t survive in New York without figuring out how to manage to do everything—eat, drink, talk while walking at a naturally quick pace.
I hail a cab to the Upper West Side and check the rest of my messages. This time I am just cc’d on the correspondence:
S: Stop encouraging her. Kevin’s caused enough heartbreak.—M
The next message:
Mia: People change. It’s been so long, maybe Kevin’s realized that he can’t live without her. They have so much history—he’s not asking for much, just a drink! And look how good he looks! Even better than when I ran into him. Cheers, Suzanne
From Kate:
Suzanne and Mia: Don’t you have jobs?! Your company’s IT Security people do not need to know this much about Cassandra’s sex life…or lack thereof. ;P
The Reply All button can be an annoying thing.
Chapter 4
Thursday night
Wedding Planning Tip: It is fine to be one of many couples who, for one reason or another, decide to abstain from sex for a while before their wedding night. But never underestimate the power of an orgasm as a great stress reliever.
I only have forty minutes to prepare for dinner with Seth, brother and
As I head to my apartment I realize that I have missed a call from my Saturday Bride. Her voice message sounds like she is frantic, but trying not to sound frantic. Something like, “Cassandra, umm, hope it’s not too early, but I know you said you were going to Palm House today. Just wanted to know how it went! Call me!” She sounds shaky and I decide it’s better to let her wait a few minutes and be completely reassured rather than call her back right now with partial information that will just make her call back again.
Once back in my apartment I upload the photos and scan the paperwork. I attach everything into an email:
Dear Bride:
I’m so sorry that I missed your call. I must have been on the subway on my way back to send you these pictures. Everything is looking PERFECT for Saturday.
The roses are in bloom, the Palm House is ready for your florist, the menu is set, and everything is paid in full.
Take a look at the photos I took just this morning. At just after 9 a.m., right around your ceremony time, the lighting was perfect for your photos, and the temperature was 71 degrees.
I am on my way now to the florist and cake caterer.
Call if you need anything,
Cassandra
I am worth every penny, aren’t I?
I walk down toward Union Square where the florist is, and check my BlackBerry while I walk. Suzanne has written me back in reference to Kevin’s latest email:
Oh my G-D! You HAVE to call him! What if he is THE ONE! Write him back right now! Do NOT wait, Cassandra Hanley, I know you are checking email constantly. WRITE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!!
And a message from Kate:
What could it hurt? You always said he was a good lay. And p.s. I gave Nick your cell number.
Call me old fashioned, but there is just something a little bit wrong about planning sex with one person in the same email as planning a date with another. And of course there is no consensus among them, and I am way too busy to think about this now.
I take a drink of water, and then refresh my lipstick, all without breaking my brisk pace or looking in a mirror. You can’t survive in New York without figuring out how to manage to do everything—eat, drink, talk while walking at a naturally quick pace.
I hail a cab to the Upper West Side and check the rest of my messages. This time I am just cc’d on the correspondence:
S: Stop encouraging her. Kevin’s caused enough heartbreak.—M
The next message:
Mia: People change. It’s been so long, maybe Kevin’s realized that he can’t live without her. They have so much history—he’s not asking for much, just a drink! And look how good he looks! Even better than when I ran into him. Cheers, Suzanne
From Kate:
Suzanne and Mia: Don’t you have jobs?! Your company’s IT Security people do not need to know this much about Cassandra’s sex life…or lack thereof. ;P
The Reply All button can be an annoying thing.
Chapter 4
Thursday night
Wedding Planning Tip: It is fine to be one of many couples who, for one reason or another, decide to abstain from sex for a while before their wedding night. But never underestimate the power of an orgasm as a great stress reliever.
I only have forty minutes to prepare for dinner with Seth, brother and
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