Send me an angel

I am that person that would rather die via choking, than flail my arms and beg for the heimlich. Translation pride vs. humiliation equals stupidity.

When it comes to this wedding, I'm six foot deep in quicksand and I'm suckin' for air through a red coffee stirrer. There is no friend or family member that I would trust with this car crash. I tried to find a wedding planner on Kauai, but they were stuck in their ways. As I introduced my ideas, it was a result of a five second uncomfortable silence. That's okay, because my feelings were mutual, as I did not scream for absolute joy when they proposed pink sea shell stuffed vase centerpeices with a puke peptobismal pink ruffled skirt. If I wanted a block of welfare cheese, well heck I would've filed for unemployment!

When I thought there was no one that could realign this mess. The clouds parted ways and the heavens bestowed this angel. One word alisonevents.com. My snake charmer Alison. Alison is based in San Francisco, but she specializes in destination weddings. I gotta hand it to her she asked me questions about my wedding planning that I just did not want to address. I thought if I closed my eyes long enough, than all of my responsibilities would resolve itself.

Anyway, Alison's got style and elegance. She's not the type of person that grasps the opportunity everytime a sucker comes her way. She's got "MREEWER" (cat scratch instinct) that will get the job done. So excited. My own liaison. I have a feeling that her scratch goes deep, I'll let you know if her services are worth all the pawing. Stay tuned....for further declawing.