Setting it up so Julie can be Saved by the Bell!
Final word count for yesterday: 42,279. But that was really just from transcribing what I wrote on Saturday to my computer. Almost there!
All we had left was wedding favours and finalizing the guest list. Until a horrible even that occurred later that afternoon.
The remainder of the payment, with a finalized head count, was due in just a few days, and I could not wait any longer for RSVPs. I was sitting at home, working at calling all the invitees that had yet to respond to the invitation, when the phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello. May I please speak with Julie York?” a familiar voice asked.
“This is she,” I responded, “with whom am I speaking?”
“This is DJ Scrubber, Ms. York. I’m afraid I have some bad news. I will no longer be able to provide entertainment at your event on the 28th of August.”
“What do you mean, you can’t do it anymore? We had a contract!” I said, getting angry.
“I understand that, and I am willing to give you a full refund on your deposit. In fact, the check is already in the mail. Something had come up, and I will not longer be able to provide my services. Heck, to be honest, I am getting hitched myself if Vegas that weekend. Proposed to the old lady last night,” DJ Scrubber said. I wondered why the hell someone would plan to get married in Vegas. Wasn’t Vegas the place you were supposed to go to elope?
“I guess I can’t say anything to that, except congratulations and have a great time!” I feigned enthusiasm. I was now without entertainment, with a 226 people attending my wedding in two weeks. Dammit, DJ Scrubber!
All we had left was wedding favours and finalizing the guest list. Until a horrible even that occurred later that afternoon.
The remainder of the payment, with a finalized head count, was due in just a few days, and I could not wait any longer for RSVPs. I was sitting at home, working at calling all the invitees that had yet to respond to the invitation, when the phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello. May I please speak with Julie York?” a familiar voice asked.
“This is she,” I responded, “with whom am I speaking?”
“This is DJ Scrubber, Ms. York. I’m afraid I have some bad news. I will no longer be able to provide entertainment at your event on the 28th of August.”
“What do you mean, you can’t do it anymore? We had a contract!” I said, getting angry.
“I understand that, and I am willing to give you a full refund on your deposit. In fact, the check is already in the mail. Something had come up, and I will not longer be able to provide my services. Heck, to be honest, I am getting hitched myself if Vegas that weekend. Proposed to the old lady last night,” DJ Scrubber said. I wondered why the hell someone would plan to get married in Vegas. Wasn’t Vegas the place you were supposed to go to elope?
“I guess I can’t say anything to that, except congratulations and have a great time!” I feigned enthusiasm. I was now without entertainment, with a 226 people attending my wedding in two weeks. Dammit, DJ Scrubber!
On behalf of DJ Scrubber, I apologize for any inconvenience. When we got home from the Loo last night, she was rolling around on the kitchen floor in glee. How rude!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to seeing how Saved by the Bell fits into this scenario. Less than 8,000 words to go! Will your book actually include the wedding, or is it about the lead up to the wedding?
ReplyDeleteThat DJ Scrubber is such an asshole.
ReplyDeleteThis really paves the way for a wonderful rendition of 'Friends Forever' in sequined dresses and plenty of attitude.
Katie, excellent point. Indigo, you really need to control your pets, better. Can we for some reason get matching sequined dresses?
ReplyDeleteI am 150% in support of matching sequined dresses.
ReplyDeleteThere will most definitely be a wedding, and there may or may not be sequined dresses!
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