Blurb my brain:
Much to the thanks of Fiancé I am writing this. He was harassing me last night about it. Lame.
Anyway, so I met with the DJ. I was running about half an hour late, drive like a bat out of hell, hit every red light. I show up and the DJ asks me for the worksheet for him. I open the TOME of a wedding planner I have. I don't have it. I somehow left it somewhere. I apologize profusely. He attempts to still be productive. I was so flustered, i wonder how much good i was doing. Then I show him the room the reception is going to be in and then thank him. I book out of there and call the photographer.
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