Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Wedding Pics
I found this picture today from our friend's wedding. That's Fred, Kyo, and Me. Kyo has the bride's garter around his wrist.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The Metropolitan Building- perfectly imperfect
Fred has always said that the reason he and I are a perfect match is because of our imperfections.
The venue where we will be wed has similar characteristics. The Metropolitan Building used to be an old factory back in the day until it was bought in the 80's by Eleanor Ambos. She bought the place up for quite a ridiculous sum (compared to what that building is worth today) and used it to store all her antique furnishings. Eventually, she began to rent the space for private events.
Bill Cosby was the first to host a party here. Soon the place was also used for film and photo shoots due to the vast array of furnishings and exposed brick walls that are hard to come by under one roof. Today, the place is hugely popular and hosts a bunch of weddings each year.
There two floors that are used for weddings, the fourth and second. Fred and I chose the second floor because it's smaller and has what to me seemed to be a somewhat Victorian home type of feel. The built-in bookshelves are stacked with books, and the shabby chandeliers, mingling nicely with exposed pipe work, seem to be a humble version of the more arrogant types you find at the bigger halls. On this floor there are also two little rooms that are perfect for private lounge areas, or even a changing room if a bride so wishes. And, there's a real bathroom with bathtub and all. So technically it's a little home living happily in the guts of an old brick monolith building in the middle of LIC.
It's going to be really hard to pimp this place up for the wedding- it already has so much charm and character.
The venue where we will be wed has similar characteristics. The Metropolitan Building used to be an old factory back in the day until it was bought in the 80's by Eleanor Ambos. She bought the place up for quite a ridiculous sum (compared to what that building is worth today) and used it to store all her antique furnishings. Eventually, she began to rent the space for private events.
Bill Cosby was the first to host a party here. Soon the place was also used for film and photo shoots due to the vast array of furnishings and exposed brick walls that are hard to come by under one roof. Today, the place is hugely popular and hosts a bunch of weddings each year.
There two floors that are used for weddings, the fourth and second. Fred and I chose the second floor because it's smaller and has what to me seemed to be a somewhat Victorian home type of feel. The built-in bookshelves are stacked with books, and the shabby chandeliers, mingling nicely with exposed pipe work, seem to be a humble version of the more arrogant types you find at the bigger halls. On this floor there are also two little rooms that are perfect for private lounge areas, or even a changing room if a bride so wishes. And, there's a real bathroom with bathtub and all. So technically it's a little home living happily in the guts of an old brick monolith building in the middle of LIC.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Wedding Cake Situation
"Let them eat cake!"
Or not.
I'm still debating whether to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a wedding cake. Fred is so cute, he thought he would surprise me with a wedding cake from Charm City Cakes (and hopefully have Geoff deliver it) only to find that such a "charming" gesture would cost him at least $3-grand... enough said.
The reality is that I don't know how much people care for cake. It's so expected that it's hardly exciting. But then the whole cup-cake thing is already very yesterday. So what's left?
I still don't know... we have some time to mull this over, but here's a thought:
Or not.
I'm still debating whether to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a wedding cake. Fred is so cute, he thought he would surprise me with a wedding cake from Charm City Cakes (and hopefully have Geoff deliver it) only to find that such a "charming" gesture would cost him at least $3-grand... enough said.
The reality is that I don't know how much people care for cake. It's so expected that it's hardly exciting. But then the whole cup-cake thing is already very yesterday. So what's left?
I still don't know... we have some time to mull this over, but here's a thought:
Saturday, March 6, 2010
My Favorites from our Mexico Trip
I'm so happy... :)
Check out Fred with the farmer's tan. This is WHY we are NOT going to HAWAII for a HONEYMOON.
Plus, Paris is tres chic!
And... This was in our favorite town in Mexico- Coyoacan (not that we've been to many places in Mexico, but we really liked this one). I think this is where Fred first came to the realization that not all Mexico is a stereotype. This is what happens when you never leave the States.
NYC home away from home... and John Lennon. Really? It's not all about Ranchero music?
Yep, it was that fucking awesome.
Coyoacan is known for its Nieves... or ice's. They come in all sorts of delicious flavors. To be perfectly honest, even after we knew not to drink the water, i had to have a lemon nieve. And, i didn't get any more sick than i already was. :) It was FAN-TAS-TIC!
Below is what is called a "chelada". Beer with lime and salt on the rim.
This is my bitch... Frida. The reason I dragged my all-american boyfriend south of the border. And it was worth it.
This is a dulceria en El Centro donde venden unos dulces para morirse. Creo que compre varios para traer de regreso a los EU, pero nunca llegaron porque nos lo comimos.
And the Tlacoyos were my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. You can ask Fred. All I did was prop down on upside down plastic buckets and go to town on these bad boys. Screw the pollution and the dirt, and all bad things that you ingest when you eat street food. I ate my last tlacoyo at about 1130am the last day we were there, mere hours before we got back on a plane.
waiting was worth it...
Check out Fred with the farmer's tan. This is WHY we are NOT going to HAWAII for a HONEYMOON.
Plus, Paris is tres chic!
And... This was in our favorite town in Mexico- Coyoacan (not that we've been to many places in Mexico, but we really liked this one). I think this is where Fred first came to the realization that not all Mexico is a stereotype. This is what happens when you never leave the States.
NYC home away from home... and John Lennon. Really? It's not all about Ranchero music?
Yep, it was that fucking awesome.
Below is what is called a "chelada". Beer with lime and salt on the rim.
This is my bitch... Frida. The reason I dragged my all-american boyfriend south of the border. And it was worth it.
And my big head eclipsing the Palacio de Bellas Artes behind me.
This is a dulceria en El Centro donde venden unos dulces para morirse. Creo que compre varios para traer de regreso a los EU, pero nunca llegaron porque nos lo comimos.
And the Tlacoyos were my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. You can ask Fred. All I did was prop down on upside down plastic buckets and go to town on these bad boys. Screw the pollution and the dirt, and all bad things that you ingest when you eat street food. I ate my last tlacoyo at about 1130am the last day we were there, mere hours before we got back on a plane.
I can hardly wait to retire to Mexico (don't tell Fred). Shhh.
Thank God for MySpace & Check Out My LONG HAIR!
Why? Because I lost probably about a thousand pictures last year after a bad incident with my laptop. I was so sad to lose my Mexico pictures, mostly the Frida 100th Anniversary trip Fred and I took to DF last year. That particular trip is of huge significance to me because it wasn't just any trip, it was Fred's first out of the States, and our first real trip as a couple together. I can almost cry... I'm so happy to have recovered these.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Kill Two Birds With One Stone (why kill?)
I will share what progress has been made, and what has yet to be made as the months/weeks/day wind down to the day when I shall be wed. I mean, we shall be wed (I try to include "we" in everything so that Fred has no excuse to say that this wedding is all me.)
Venue- check
Date -check
Caterer- check
Mariachi- check
DJ - check
Dress - check
Save the Dates - check. DIY project courtesy of my lovely, lovely, somewhat patient and forgiving husband-to-be FRED (muahhh!)
Next in the list:
Photographer
Officiant
Invitations (another DIY project)
Bridal accessories (bouquet, shoes, veil)
Decorations (flowers, centerpieces, etc. etc.)
Program
There. I made a list of things I have yet to do, and I shared my progress with you all.
I'm officially less than 7 months away from the wedding day.
Venue- check
Date -check
Caterer- check
Mariachi- check
DJ - check
Dress - check
Save the Dates - check. DIY project courtesy of my lovely, lovely, somewhat patient and forgiving husband-to-be FRED (muahhh!)
Next in the list:
Photographer
Officiant
Invitations (another DIY project)
Bridal accessories (bouquet, shoes, veil)
Decorations (flowers, centerpieces, etc. etc.)
Program
There. I made a list of things I have yet to do, and I shared my progress with you all.
I'm officially less than 7 months away from the wedding day.
The elusive photographer
... I thought no one would notice that I stopped sharing my bridal travails, but as it turns out, at least my fellow co-workers have noticed. I don't really know where I am in this wedding process except that I still need a damn photographer. The problem being that I'm not all that impressed by all the one's I've seen or reached out to so far. I'm a photog. snob. Yes I am.
Why?
Because I love photography, I took photography courses in college, one of them was Photojournalism, and I believe I have a discerning eye for talent. Not only was I a great photography student, but my prof. liked my work so much that he offered me an internship as an assistant photographer for the Newsday paper. But, I needed to have a car to drive around, and I didn't even have a license at the time, so I had to pass on what at the time seemed like an awesome opportunity (especially for a media student).
Or maybe fate had it so that I would work in advertising instead.
Regardless, i'm a photog. snob and I am afraid of hiring the wrong person to record this most highly important event in my/fred's life. You only get one shot at it, and if it's not the right shot, there's no do-over. I also saw some portfolios of those that charge a lot and the reality is that their style is not that different from those who charge less. You really have to look at the style and skill involved, price is irrelevant.
This is the toughest decision yet. But one that I will not let get to me.
Stay tuned for the outcome...
D
Why?
Because I love photography, I took photography courses in college, one of them was Photojournalism, and I believe I have a discerning eye for talent. Not only was I a great photography student, but my prof. liked my work so much that he offered me an internship as an assistant photographer for the Newsday paper. But, I needed to have a car to drive around, and I didn't even have a license at the time, so I had to pass on what at the time seemed like an awesome opportunity (especially for a media student).
Or maybe fate had it so that I would work in advertising instead.
Regardless, i'm a photog. snob and I am afraid of hiring the wrong person to record this most highly important event in my/fred's life. You only get one shot at it, and if it's not the right shot, there's no do-over. I also saw some portfolios of those that charge a lot and the reality is that their style is not that different from those who charge less. You really have to look at the style and skill involved, price is irrelevant.
This is the toughest decision yet. But one that I will not let get to me.
Stay tuned for the outcome...
D
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