Some really rude guy called me a cheap class b*%$# in reply to a craigslist post because I would pay money for a live musician to play classical music in the ballroom but simply wanted a caterer to drop me off meatballs for food. He claimed to be some CIA chef graduate and then bade me farewell adding that he hoped I got sick (on the meatballs).
Um, what was the point? Does he really think I will suddenly see the "error of my ways", kiss his feet, and refinance my foreclosed home just so he can caterer my wedding. I wouldn't go near a creep like that with a 30-inch pole, let alone give him a cent of my non-existent money.
For crying out loud, the little Italian restaurant up the street wants to charge me $280 for meatballs and ziti to feed 35 people. It can not possibly cost this much -- which is why I am now catering the food myself.
I know...it sounds crazy. But I want an elegant affair without the price tag. Actually, if I had the money, I would gladly pay it. My desire would be an orchestra or atleast a dozen strings, white gloved waiters, and more food than is possible to eat with 200 some guests, but I don't have it. So everything is supposed to be that vision scaled back.
*sigh*
I bet that guy isn't really a chef...but a lonely, fat dork who sits at his comp all day long with no life, looking at porn or scanning craigslist to see who he can write nasty messages to.
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