Friday, January 29, 2010

wedding planning in a parallel universe

After living in DC for 5 years I still thought I was in touch with my Southern side (to the extent I ever had one). While I don't say hi to people I don't know on the street (ok, except for the crossing guard this morning...) I still let people turn in front of me in rush hour traffic. But trying to plan a Charleston wedding from DC has led me to realize that I'm now completely out of touch. Here's a conversation I had with a caterer last night:

S – We’d like to change some of the hors d’oeuvres. Do you think we could have the proscuitto wrapped asparagus in the place of the sweet potato biscuits?
C (with southern gay guy accent) – Oh sweetie, I’ve been to lots of weddings and no one likes the proscuitto wrapped asparagus. Why don’t we do some grits and gravy?
S – ummm… what about the caviar canapés?
C – Oh, no! No one likes the caviar canapés. They sound good but I can tell you the pimento cheese finger sandwiches are much better.
S – well… my fiancé’s Persian and I’m French and we’d like to incorporate our cultures into the menu.
C – (long pause as he tries to remember whether France is next to Mexico and figure out why I’m marrying a cat interrupted by a stroke of genius….) Oh! What about a croissant BLT?!

So croissant BLT it is ;-)

And I think we found the perfect cake!


3 comments:

Sarah said...

hahahaha! Hysterical!

Gabriel Beal said...

Geez. Not all Southerners are that bad...you just found the most Southern caterer ever, it seems. I say the asparagus sounds the best (although I'd actually like pimento cheese sandwiches, but that's just the Southern girl in me coming out). :)
-Shirin

JoFro said...

So.......you forgot how to speak southern?? That's ok. Like any other foreign language, once you're around it for a while, it'll come back to you.