24 hours of being 35 (or: the drama with our wedding venue)

I slept for the first 5.5 hours of my 35th birthday, as one is wont to do from midnight until the time where the city snow plows start clearing the main street in front of your hours. That could only mean one thing – BIRTHDAY SNOWSTORM. I woke up, got ready for work, and realized a certain puppy and chewed the plastic nubbins off my work shoelaces – on BOTH shoes. She’s efficient if nothing else. And then I get to work and realize the Powerade Zero I brought is fruit punch and ew.

A little bit later, Amelia found out the lady that we’re working with at our wedding location had a bunch of anti-gay, Obama’s a foreigner, people on welfare get free iPhones shit on her Facebook. And that’s cool – you can have your own opinions. For instance, she also likes Michele Bachmann. I’d rather see which falls faster from the top of a mountain – a penny or Bachmann. And that’s okay. However, I’m also not in the business of trying to host Michele Bachmann’s wedding at a location that’s trying to really build up the amount of venues they have.

The internet was all like — EMAIL HER BOSS AND GET HER FIRED AND DEMAND A DISCOUNT AND  (figuratively) BURN HER AT THE STAKE and blah, blah, blah. And sure, that would have been an option. However, you attract more bees with honey, as my step-grandpa used to say. He was a plumber that spent several years in the Marines, so I’m sure he dealt with some real assholes. I figured he’s right.

And, yeah, it’s our wedding and, yeah, we shouldn’t have to educate an adult on equality just so we can get comfortable getting married. But in the words of the great Macklemore: “No law’s going to change us. We have to change us”.

I gave it a few hours. This wasn’t an opportunity to put someone on the spot or to get someone fired or to use someone’s ignorance against them. And my blood was seriously boiling.

I emailed the owner of our wedding venue  yesterday afternoon, stating very clearly that there was no need to discipline anyone, but more of an issue of creating awareness for your company and your brand. People tie a strong correlation between the image your employees present to the public and what your company is all about. Duh.

While we were at dinner celebrating the big 3-5, I got a phone call from the site coordinator whose Facebook. She was audibly upset and wanted to talk immediately. I obviously wasn’t available and told her I’d call her today.

I happened to check my email just after she called and the owner had responded back very quickly and was exactly what I needed to hear to feel more comfortable with continuing to host our location there. All was well and my confidence level in one of the biggest says of our lives happening at this location had been restored.

And then, this morning while I was in the middle of writing this very blog post, the coordinator wrote me back. She copied the owner and she copied Amelia and she was so extremely defensive. She was defending herself against accusations I’d never even made. She wanted to point out that she could have given our day away to someone else when the asked about it, but she didn’t. (Ooooh.) And my favorite – she also pointed out that her personal Facebook account reflects her personal beliefs and I’m trying to force people to have the same beliefs at me.

Now, hold it right there, Crabby Pants. I never said you were disrespectful. I emailed her boss because if my employees were publicly talking shit about specific group of customers that we service, I’d be absolutely horrified. I don’t care if she wants to be in favor of pooping in public. I was just asking for a little guarantee that the person in charge of coordinating the vendors, the food and overall location isn’t rude to my LGBTQ-supporting wedding goers or my non-white wedding goers that may or may not be “foreigners”. Not too much to ask for the chunk of change we’re dropping on this here thing, you know what I’m sayin’?

She also said in her email that she enjoys working with diverse groups of people and that’s what makes her job so fun. I totally believe that. I really do. And that’s what has me holding out hope for this whole situation.

I wrote her back – copying everyone in the world, since that’s what she thought she needed to do – and remained calm and professional, letting her know we’d moved on now that we’d gotten assurance that things would be handled professionally and without issue, we were solid and that we’d moved past this issue.

And I’m hoping that ties it all up in a nice little bow. Because if there’s no little bow when it comes time for our wedding, I will be the exact opposite of merry and bright.

I didn’t name any location or any person right now, because I’m giving things the benefit of the doubt. It’s my hope that this gets all cleared up and I can recommend this location to everyone, because seriously, you guys – it’s so super cool. 

mini golf review: adventure gardens mini golf

Last Thursday was the start of our mini golf league! There are 19 of us and every two weeks, we go to a different mini golf location and try our hand at some putting. I frickin’ love mini golf. I probably like it more than bowling. That’s how serious I am about it. When my brother and I were kids, we were trying to figure out a way we could build our own mini golf course in our grandparents’ field. I don’t think we told them of our plans to be billionaires. But if we had, I’m sure they would have let us.

Anyway – last week’s inaugural mini golf league season opener took place at Adventure Gardens Mini Golf in Richfield. I’d never been there before, despite having drive past it while on Portland several times and continually telling myself I should at least visit https://www.mygolfnus.com/ to see what is being said about it. Their website hails it as “18 holes of miniature golf surrounded by attractive gardens, landscaping, waterfalls, ponds and streams.” Except there was no running water anywhere and the only ponds were made up of collected rain water. Disappointing to say the least, because I do love some waterfalls. This is supposed to be the waterfall:

I’m not sure how well maintained the course is overall. There was one hole where the cup had come up over the astro-turf, making it impossible to get the ball in without making it jump. That same hole also had some type of wood that didn’t really support the weight of a full grown (albeit overweight) adult next to the hole. There was way too much give in that tiny piece of plywood for my liking and possibly my safety!

Other than the missing water attractions and the fact that one of the employees had to use a leaf blower to get a ball unstuck from one of the holes, it was a super pretty course! There were rabbits visiting us from time to time and tons of gorgeous flowers. There aren’t any windmills or dinosaurs or other gaudy things you have to hit you ball around, but the par 2 on some of these holes will definitely give most people a challenge!

I don’t remember what par was, but I shot 14 over and was in the top three of our league. I’m coming after you, Bubba Watson.

Address:
6335 Portland Avenue South
Located on the west edge of Vets Memorial Park
Parking lot entrance at 64th & Portland Ave

Phone:
612-861-0668

Hours:
Monday–Friday, 9:00 am to 9:00 pm
Saturday–Sunday, 9:00 am to 10:00 pm

Cost:
$7.25 for 18 holes for an adult. They do take credit cards.

Misc:
You can protein up on milkshakes before you play at their snack bar. There are also nachos.

it was a tradition this week

Pretty much every night this week, The General and I started out watching TV in the evening. This resulted in me falling asleep in what was usually a very special looking position on the chaise lounge. It’s not conducive for doing much around the house, but I’m definitely getting used to sleeping at a angle that nobody can get comfortable in.

So, I don’t have anything to say or much time to say it before midnight roles around. I did find this awesome picture I want to share. It’s a picture of downtown Minneapolis taken from pretty darn close to my work parking lot and I love it very much.

(via bigboxcar)