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Never freeze pineapple shells if you plan to turn them into palm trees. I learned this and all sorts of other fun and interesting lessons while coordinating Jennifer Todd-Crooks wedding this past weekend. Lessons like :

  • You can build instant muscle definition by hauling folding chairs over steep sand dunes in only a matter of hours.
  • Muscle cramps set in within the first 3 minutes.
  • You should NOT undertake muscle defining exercise while wearing flip flops.
  • If you wear flip flops, you WILL step into an ant bed
  • Parking in a DO NOT costs $15 on Tybee Island.
  • A parking citation makes a dandy parking permit for the rest of the day.
  • Raccoons come out in the daytime too.
  • Raccoons will not help carry chairs over sand dunes.
  • Bugs come out whenever they want and they do not care if you are having a party- or even a wedding reception.
  • And most interesting of all, lighting oil lanterns can be a dangerous yet exhilarating adventure.
But Jennifer and Sean have sealed their fate... er, I mean, they've entered their blessed union and so it was all worthwhile. . . right?

(doing something mean always makes me feel better and nothing could be meaner than to allow- nay, encourage- two innocent souls to jump into the pit of despair known as matrimony)



((just teasing, darling))



Here now are some highlights from the weekend:


So where do the frozen pineapple shells come in? The reception, of course! Most brides like to opt for the palm tree centerpiece that yours truly has learned to put together. This occasion was no exception.

THIS is what the display is supposed to look like:



or even THIS on a bad day:

I should explain, I suppose, that it gets hot here this time of year and things melt, wilt and otherwise fade due to the sun and its heat--freezing the pineapple all day SEEMED like an ideal way to address this problem. It wasn't. Things that are frozen, especially fruit it turns out, get soggy as they thaw and that is why the display, within minutes of the Bride's arrival, looked like THIS:

We improvised by removing the droopy display and adding a tray of marshmallows and cake squares, which wouldn't fit earlier. No one seemed to notice, as they happily dipped everything on the table into the vats of chocolate before and after the main course, still, it was my handiwork and I knew it didn't come out right. . . I hate when things aren't perfect.
(I hear that is a syndrome) At least I'll know better next time.


On To The Next Event!
(currently a secret)