If you use Twitter, and if you follow Wedding Professionals like I do, then you are used to the following examples. You have also learned to read Tweets with a grain of salt. Possibly many grains, as I do.
â€œI am so busy this weekend! My dog doesn’t remember my voice, and the kids call me Mrs. Whoeverâ€. A second Tweet soon follows with picture of Mrs. Whoever, on a deck chair, reading a Bridal magazine, showing off her new toenail polish. Oops, continuity FAIL.
â€œI have 7 Weddings this Saturday! I really need a Jetson’s car. Can I find one on Etsy?â€ This Tweet always motivates me to be better organized and keep a better calendar, so this poor planning doesn’t happen to me. I should be grateful that her need to measure her success publicly motivates me to be a better person. But, I usually regress and call these people childish names.
Having SAID ALL THAT, boy, were we busy this weekend!
It started with the Cars 2 World Premier. We supplied desserts for the after party in the El Capitan Fun Zone. Our entire crew was off delivering Wedding cakes, so I brought in some Pinch Hitters to work the event with me. My son, Matt and a good friend, Corina helped us out for the evening.
We brought over a thousand desserts for the cast, crew and invited guests. The Stars we’re out in force. We even served desserts to David and Victoria Beckham! Gratefully, everyone seemed to enjoy them and we gave every bite away.
The bad news was that we didn’t return home until 1:30am. Not a problem usually, but we had a 5:30am call at KTLA for a local news segment on Wedding trends and dessert bars. Up at 3:30am, off we went back to Hollywood.
Poor Leslie was exhausted.
She did manage to catch a little nap in the green room before makeup, as I wandered the studio. Acting like I belonged there, with a sour look on my face for having to work on Sunday, I managed to wander all over the studios.
Leslie did a great job! You can see it here, if you wish!
We also made a new friend in Mary Beth McDade, and I hope we see her again!
Sometimes, twenty-fours hours just isn’t enough